4.5★
“Peiperová turned off and pulled up by the side of the road to get the exact address. ‘Sir?’
‘I’m not asleep. Just resting my eyes.’
‘So who was snoring, then?’
‘It wasn’t me, because I wasn’t asleep, so it must have been you. I’ve warned you before about cat-napping at the wheel.’ ”
How delightful to find that the lovely Kristýna Peiperová is back in action with my favourite Czech detective, Captain Josef Slonský, not to mention also working with her earnest young fiancé, Jan Navrátil, Slonský’s off-sider. They are now used to the boss’s frequent stops for coffee and pastry when he’s “feeling deficient in sugar” or beer and sausages when his brain needs “the cogs oiled”.
She’d been assigned to another position, but with the musical chairs happening in the police service, Slonský finds himself very short-handed in his new role as Captain. There are vacancies above and below him, and one of the plot threads follows his investigation of questionable practices by a candidate he doesn’t care for in an old case.
“Dostál had some depressingly weird ideas about doing things by the book, by which he meant a book that he got to write and revise at will.
. . .
‘Dr Pilik thinks Dostál is just what the police service needs to shake them up.’
‘We’re a law enforcement agency, not a cocktail.’ ”
The main case, however is seeking information about the body of a young girl found in the river. Who and why? Nobody has reported her missing. Good old DNA sets them off to question people about a cold case from several years ago. A witness is less than cooperative.
“ ‘I must protest! This is most unfair. I can’t be expected to recall these events at a moment’s notice.’
‘Oddly, that’s the way the police work. We tend to find that if we give witnesses notice of our questions their answers tend to be less useful than we are entitled to expect. So, I repeat, when did you become aware that she had gone missing?’ ”
There is always the wonderful undercurrent of private lives, with Slonský’s estranged wife, Vera, trying to worm her way back into his good books by letting herself into his flat, cleaning and cooking. And of course the young lovers – (no, NOT lovers, because Navrátil is saving himself for marriage) – are teased mercilessly by their Captain. She is a very smart cookie, and he is equally bright but less sure of himself.
There is a lot of banter, which makes for a very agreeable break from the grimness of the little girl’s story. There is also plenty of police politics, and I imagine this translates easily to police and other agencies around the world.
Slonský’s office is very understaffed and has more men than women (no surprises there).
“The faces turned towards him alerted Slonský to the ringing of his mobile phone. He did not recognise the number but answered it anyway.
‘Velner. I work in Human Resources.’
‘Good for you. I’m glad somebody does,’ Slonský replied.”
They discuss diversity, equality and the applicant list.
“ ‘A female would give you more balance.’
‘This is a police department, not a damn trapeze act.’ ”
He’s an old dog learning new tricks, which is always entertaining. He’s also a cunning old dog who knows the old ones, which makes for good criminal investigations, which is what I think these are. It’s also fun watching him teach the young ones, affectionate jokes and all.
I enjoy this series and I enjoy my short virtual visits to the Czech Republic. I will add one final section about Navrátil’s mother, when he’s taking Peiperová home to his mother’s for the weekend. (Incidentally, they are nearly always referred to by their last names.) You must remember that he is a very strait-laced young man, to the point that Slonský thinks this about them.
“God knows what any child they produced would be like — if Navrátil ever overcame his scruples and decided that sex after marriage was permitted.”
He certainly didn’t get his scruples from his mother!
“Mrs Navrátilová was still up when they finally arrived. . . On this particular Friday evening she quickly turned off a film about lesbian vampires when she heard the key in the lock, preferring to be found watching a documentary about Slovakian nuns who made and sold their own honey.”
. . .
[His mother has offered them the use of her big bed while she uses his old single.]
“Navrátil finally managed to hiss ‘We’re not married’ at his mother.
‘I know, but there’s no harm in a cuddle. When I was a girl if you had to share a bed with a boy they put a line of pillows down the middle of the bed to keep you apart.’
‘And suppose I’m overcome by passion?’ Navrátil protested.
You’re bright young folks,’ said his mother. ‘I hope one of you would have the wit to throw the pillows away.’ ”
You gotta love her! And the good captain and his force. I’m hoping the author continues to take us with him to enjoy the beer and sausages and coffee and pastries in the next book!
Thanks to the author and Sapere Books and NetGalley for the preview copy from which I couldn’t resist quoting. If anything has changed in the final edition, what a pity. I like it the way it is!