Jackson Brodie, private investigator, is back, along with the author’s usual clever dialog. His conversation partner here is Reggie, a cop who views Brodie as sort of a know-it-all father figure. However, the book gets off to a rather slow start, except for the chapter about Simon Cate, the vicar. His calling to the ministry is somewhat in doubt, and now he makes an effort not to disclose his atheism to his meager congregation. Anyway, back to the crime-solving duo, Reggie and Jackson, who are each investigating an art theft, and their two heists may be related, as the housekeeper is the prime suspect in both cases. Several other characters wander into the plot, which culminates in a murder mystery weekend at the estate from which one of the paintings was stolen. A series of madcap misadventures, some caused by a blizzard, lands most of the characters at the castle as the audience for the mystery performance. Yes, this is somewhat Agatha Christie-like and somewhat entertaining but totally outside the realm of believability, what with the dead nanny’s body in the pantry, bricks being thrown, and fireplace pokers being wielded as weapons. Jackson has a reputation, with Reggie at least, for differentiating between what is legal and what is just, and he demonstrates that distinction quite clearly here.

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