Set in England in the 1960s, this is the third offering in the Nick Miller series (‘The Graveyard Shift’; ‘Brought in Dead’; ‘Hell Is Always Today’). Despite being a whodunnit police thriller, unfortunately it is the least engaging of the three. It suffers from a fusion of two competing stories: firstly, Miller’s investigation of the murders of a serial killer called The Rainmaker who murders young women on inclement nights; and secondly, the break-out from prison and subsequent escapades of ‘Gunner’ Sean Doyle. After Miller’s banal chase of leads from place to place, the two threads are eventually woven together in a finale on the rooftops above the high streets of London. I can understand why Jack Higgins sought to do this, like a Baroque two-part fugue; however, it simply does not work.
The strength of this novel lies in its characters: Nick Miller returns as the competent detective; Jack Brady features again as the mature policeman and Miller’s faithful colleague; Sean Doyle is a boxer-turned-burglar, crafted similarly to Ben Garvald of ‘The Graveyard Shift’ as a wrongdoer seeking redemption; Bruno Faulkner is a narcissistic sculptor who has an odious personality, who has a propensity as a womaniser, and who takes pleasure in causing conflict between people; Joanna Hartmann is a confused television actress who does not know why she persists with her abusive relationship with Faulkner; Harold Phillips is an indolent young man who pimps out his girlfriend, only to then feel jealous about it.
I have been an absolute fan of Jack Higgins since I was a 10-year-old, so I write this with a heavy heart: of all the Jack Higgins novels, in my opinion this is the weakest; to me, it meanders and does not possess the same writing style of Jack Higgins, such that if I had read it without knowing that it had been written by Jack Higgins, I would never have guessed its authorship - I was left confused. To any other Jack Higgins connoisseurs our there, please comment.
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