This is the third story Harry Bingham has written about Fiona Griffiths, and although it is possible to read it as a stand alone novel, it makes much better sense and is much more enjoyable if you have read the other two first as they contain very relevant back story.
Fiona is a detective. She is a good detective but emphatically not a team player, although from time to time she makes great efforts to join in. For once there is a good reason for her to be the much overused “maverick cop” (see book one of the three, Talking to the Dead) so you can forgive the device and enjoy what Bingham has done with it.
At the beginning of the book, Fiona is fairly happy. She has managed to maintain a relationship (like other people’s) with her policeman boyfriend, Buzz, for over a year, and work is not going badly although she does tend to get landed with the paperwork. Then she goes on a training course as an undercover policewoman at which she excels (after all she spends her whole life pretending to be something she isn’t). This leads inevitably to an assignment. I won’t say more about the plot because it would give too much away. It is complex and disturbing and raises all sorts of ideas about identity that are not normally treated in a detective story. We get to learn much more about Fiona and at times it is very moving – again a response I was not expecting.
A good read.
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