A bit of a ripping yarn this that invloves a couple of has beens and a lot of typically British humour and characters.
I liked the story, I liked the characters I think I should have and disliked the ones I shouldn't have. I also felt sorry for the characters that were sad cases.
I think the strength of the story is that it revolves around a plot that seems as if the murder might be just have been a bit of a mistake; but unravels to have been carefully laid out plot. The strength of the novel pours out of the inept way in which the two main characters attempt to sort it all out. They do sort it all out in the end but after a lot of pain and heartache; not to mention driving all over the place with a corpse in the back of a painter's van.
I was intrigued by the sex scene in which we are led to believe that the female party of the action was supposed to be trying to wheedle a load of crucial information from the male party of the action. Well, given the position she put herself into, both literally and figuratively, she was onto a bit of a loser on that score. She got no information; but seems to have enjoyed the sex!
A weakness of mine is that when I read a British book, I wince when I see Americanisms creeping in to the narrative. I don't mean that the characters themselves can't pretend that they are Uncle Sam's best mate. I mean that when I read "putting me on" instead of "having me on", it doesn't sit well for me: Brits don't say that, do they? I found a few of these dotted around the book and they definitely grated on me.
Definitely worth a read, definitely worth making a deliberate attempt to get a copy of this book. I haven't read any iof Huggins' other stuff; but I will look out for it.