The last of the line with this book number 4 to feature the ace Crime Reporter, Max Chard. This small series has been developing well but now there are no more, for reasons the author explains as publisher's lack of further interest.
Well, if there were a book 5, I'd buy it!
So, Spike again puts Max and his monkey, Frankie Frost into the role of detecting just who pushed a young woman off the cliff edge in Dorset - and why, of course.
This time, with a shake up in the pecking order inside the newspaper offices, Max is out on a limb and his job is seriously on the line. New Labour is pulling the strings it seems (not for the first time) and an errant wealthy Labour MP has been put under the watchful eye of the media thanks to an anonymous tip off that he's being rather naughty. Max is sent to confirm it and falls into a murky world of abduction, murder and various other goings-on not recommended for serious politicians.
There is more of the photographer, Frankie, in this story and it is thanks to his cunning and his photographer's eye that events unfold favourably for Max. His relationship with his girlfriend, Rosie, seems to withstand the test of time, although she rates only a few pages in Spike.
The title of the book does, of course, relate to those stories a newspaper doesn't think worthy of pursuing and Max's investigation is hanging precariously over the sharpened point, mainly because of the aforementioned strings.
As with the earlier books, Max's denouement smacks of Hercule Poirot mixed with Clouseau with the added but dubious bonus of copious gin and rather less tonic. It works well. There's humour as before, some laugh aloud one-liners and, all-in-all an engaging bevvy of characters who entertain the reader very well indeed. It's a shame Max has departed - gone but certainly not forgotten.