First the good: Peter Lovesey writes well, Peter Diamond is a credible and nicely irritable detective, there's a decent sense of time and place, and the story keeps chugging along. But - oh dear - the plot is risible, the denouement ludicrous, and the stalker-cum-love interest so blatantly obvious that any half-decent detective would have worked it out immediately. Also - and it's a real problem this - you can't just string up three people in public places in the middle of Bath, and have NOBODY see you do it, especially as you're hoisting them into prominent and inaccessible places. Worse still, given the obvious difficulty of shifting the bodies, no one considers checking the movements of vehicles in the area at the time. Now, I'm no copper, but I'd reckon that was stupidity bordering on negligence. And then there's the "Bath" problem. Now I like Bath. It's a nice place. A very nice place. The sort of place in which injudicious dog-pooping qualifies as a major incident. And now we're being asked to believe that it's almost as edgy as St Mary Mead. No, sorry - I just don't buy it.