I was a bit reticent about reading "Skinner's Ordeal" - the device of a bomb on a passenger airline over southern Scotland is a bit close to the reality of the Lockerbie disaster for me. However, Quintin Jardine handles the aftermath of the crash sensitively and with emotion. Unfortunately it is the rest of the book that is the ordeal to read. Rarely have I seen such a thin plot spread over such a thick book. Absolutely nothing of interest happens for at least the first three-quarters of the book. We are introduced to a few suspects, whose potential motives seem pretty weak; and, at last, we are fed a few "formula detective novel" secrets, but, deep down, as a reader I knew it was going nowhere.
Actually I guessed the identity of the killer only a short way into the book when a chapter is inserted which serves no purpose but to introduce us to a particular character. This person is then dropped into a number of scenes where a few subtle clues are slipped into conversation. Maybe I'm getting used to these books, but it all seemed a bit obvious. It all comes to a head in the final tenth of the book and, to be frank, you might as well jump ahead to this point and cut out the padding: it's all red-herring anyway.
Usually in the Skinner novels there is a secondary plot too, but in this book the second story takes place in Bob Skinner's dreams. It's all to set us up for a particularly tedious storyline in the next novel (I've read it already - I don't see the need to read them in order). It provides even more padding in an already over stuffed book.
I have enjoyed the other Skinner books I've read, but this one was too dull and drawn out for me, with none of the energy of the others. I cannot recommend it and, in fact, have decided to take a break from Bob Skinner for a bit while my annoyance at having to wade through this much padding cools. I'd say give this one a miss and try some of the stronger ones.