Aird's mysteries are so short and so to the point, that when you reach the end of her book, you are going to say "I want more" like Oliver Twist. Unlike some writers who continue to write when there is nothing more to be said, Aird knows how to get to the heart of the matter without wasting words or space. And she does it with a large dollop of humor.
In this book it is obvious that Britain is having its own problems with illegal drugs, and in this one mystery Aird manages to say a few things and demonstrate the awfulness of the toll that drugs take on individuals and on society, that absolutely tear at your heart. Similar to what I told my kids and continue to tell those I teach, you cannot take the chance of trying a drug 'just this once' because you cannot know if you have an addictive personality. With some drugs, it only takes that once, and many people never find their way out of this horrible lair...
I've looked up to britain for years because of the way they handle law and police work for the most part. It breaks my heart that they too must deal with this modern day epidemic.
Poor Sloan. He has a curmudgeon for a boss, and gets stuck continually with Crosby who sounds like a poster boy for most boys (and men) between 15 and 25, who are enamored of beautiful cars and speeds. Crosby never gets to go as fast as he wants to, and Sloan probably steps out of his car after their arrival with a desire to kiss the ground and wobbly knees after dealing with Crosby's driving.
Someone made the mistake of opening a sarcophagus in order to replace the original occupant with a more recently deceased girl who happened to know a bit too much. The sentence passed on the murderer did not come from the courts but happened much more quickly...and his punishment was very fitting considering. Why do wealthy people, always seem to need more wealth no matter what means they have to take to get it?
I got two more Aird books to read...can't wait.
Karen Sadler