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5.0 out of 5 stars
I look forward to more tales of Chief Inspector Glass, 2 Sep 2001
It's a fortnight before Christmas when Chief Inspector Glass is called to investigate the murder of one Max Cadamarteri, whose current occupation had been playing the back legs of a pantomime cow, he immediately suspects the occupant of the front legs of the cow, Max's life long partner Gregory Oliver. 'Crime of passion', declares Glass. But Sergeant Moon is unconvinced and for his pains is despatched to interview all the theatre cast, the backstage crew, and muses Glass, you might as well interview all the front of house people and the management. For light relief he attends the Police Annual Christmas Party, this year organised by Glass himself and being held at the Compton Road, Welfare and Social Club. All is going swimmingly, particularly some blue movies recently confiscated by the porn squad, until DS Evans shouts, 'Stop the film, that child is my goddaughter'. I enjoyed all the exchanges between DCI Glass and his Sergeant Moon. I found Glass's sardonic remarks and general outlook on life to be immensely entertaining. The police procedural aspect of the book was also handled well, as these two officers investigate two seemingly unrelated cases. Woven into the story is some aspects of Glass's family life. Particularly that of Glass's son-in-law DCI Robin Knox who is on the trail of a serial murderer, after several young girls have been found dead. Most disturbing about the book, is that it appears that any fourteen or fifteen year old girl will go with anyone who utters the magic words 'you could be a model'. Even as portrayed in the book, well brought up and seemingly sensible girls, on hearing those words will forget everything and go like lambs to the slaughter. As a work of fiction I found the chase interesting as the perpetrators avoided detection and the police closed in, but it is not a comfortable story. That apart I look forward to more tales of Chief Inspector Glass. Lizzie Hayes
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