Well, although I had started to read a Sarah Fortune - she's the heroine of some of Fyfield's books - novel before this one and taken it back to the library in disgust, as it was such dribble and was getting nowhere, I tried this one, largely because of the review above. As a description of the plot it is good; as a guide to the enjoyment to be deprived from reading it it was, I fear, misguiding. I soon realised that there were vast chunks of verbiage which could be safely omitted as they added nothing to one's understanding of the plot. Even so, it took some time to wade through as one needed to cast an eye over the junk [not too strong a word for it] to ensure one knew when one was back with the plot. I got closer to the end, worrying that there seemed no sign of an approach to the climax, and breathed a sigh of relief when I finished the wretched thing. It was, as one may expect, an anti-climax and dreadfully unbelievable.
So, no more Fyfields, although I shall cast an interested eye over the reviews in future - should there be any.
There is irony in the title of this latest thriller from Frances Fyfield as the houses featured are not at all safe. Sarah Fortune is being harassed by the son of the client who left her her flat. When she makes contact with a new client she finds he is being victimised by a neighbour. She decides a temporary exchange of residences might be in order to give them both breathing space. Meanwhile Sarah's adversary has contacted a local arsonist with a view to having her sit up and take notice of his claims. The arsonist is a client of Sarah's and makes the fire small and easy to contain in her bathroom. Sarah's tenant is very competent where fire is concerned, being a former insurance assessor, and deals with the fire efficiently, realising it was not intended to do any real harm. Fires also take place at the house Sarah is staying in and that of her best friend Dulcie. These fires are not the responsibility of her friend and when the four get together to discuss strategies they assume that the villain of the piece has lit them himself: Dulcie has a close call and Henry's neighbour is killed. A very well plotted thriller.