Okay - you've got a brain tumour - you know you're going to die - not immediately, but soon. So you set out to right a few wrongs that you feel have been done, some to you, some to others. But look, you know, you're not really thinking properly are you? - you've got a brain tumour for God's sake! Well, nobody said that to Kenny Drummond, more's the pity, because once he set out on his mission to find out if Callie Barton, the girl who used to sit next to him in the infants, was really killed by her husband, there was no stopping him.
If the premises sound somewhat risible, you have to factor in that Kenny Drummond is alone in the world, and not an awful lot of good things have happened to him lately.
But oh, this is good. This is seriously good! Neil Cross screws your thinking up at least three times in this novel, making you feel sympathy first for one character, and then for another, and then... well, you just don't know what to think! At one point I laughed out loud at how masterfully I was being manipulated. Oh, and then, right at the end. You sod Neil Cross. You utterly marvellous sod.