On a hot August day Inspector Bill Slider of
Shepherds Bush police station, is called to an unexpected death in an attic
room in a Victorian terraced house just off the Uxbridge Road. Here he finds the body of
a man in his early thirties dead in his bath.
At first taken as a suicide Slider is not sure, as they can find nothing
to identify the man. The name Robin
Williams under which he rented the room proves false.
Convinced
this is murder, Slider first has to identify the corpse and that takes him and
his team on a merry dance, through, tattoo parlours and Soho
Porn studios. As they trace the pattern
of his recent life Slider finds nothing that adds up to who this man actually
was.
This is a
fascinating and intriguing mystery, just who and what was the mysterious Robin
Williams.
We meet
again with the elegant fastidious Detective Sergeant Atherton, slider’s
sidekick and friend; and always a delight
is Slider’s boss Detective Chief Inspector Fred ‘The Syrup’ Porson he of the
famous malapropisms. An old-fashioned copper who dislikes meetings,
hates politics and is allergic to golf.
Bald with shaggy eyebrows no one ever invites him to a brainstorming
breakfast meeting. When Slider brings
him up to speed on the case he growls. ‘A case of walking your chickens before
they can run, if you ask me’
After a
couple of days when all the leads seem to present even more questions, Sliders
morning report to Porson brings forth ‘Well, feelings are in the eye of the
beholder’ What lines are you pursuing?
Well
plotted with a satisfactory conclusion, a Cynthia Harrod-Eagles book
featuring Bill Slider is always a joy
and this one does not disappoint only when I turn the last page and wonder how
long I will have to wait for the next one.
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Reviewer: Lizzie Hayes

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