An interesting setting, an interesting detective but a rather poor ending. We're taken to explore modern day Istanbul and all its vices with our chain smoking detective who `throws' cigarettes into his mouth with such monotonous regularity one almost wonders about product placement. The story starts of well, there is a murder and the Armenian detective starts the investigation. None of the unnecessary violence that litters many of today's detective novels, this is good old fashioned detective work, which whilst perhaps not quite in the Sherlock Holmes category is pleasing to watch nonetheless. All this is marred by an incredibly bad ending, it's almost as if the author realised she didn't know how to pull the story together and contrived some unbelievable tale of incest, a forgotten but identical twin and a dash of paedophile. It's all rather a shame as it spoilt what was otherwise a very good book.