(from the back of the book)
There was murder in the quaint North Sea village of
Rackmoor. The body of a mysterious woman
in a mummer’s costume lay sprawled on a backwater street. Half her face had been painted black, the
other half white, and the blood on her satin blouse had already turned a deep,
dark red.
Who was she? Who had
killed her? Inspector Richard Jury of
Scotland Yard drank a pint with the local Yorkshire lads in a cozy pub to get
some startling answers. And he would
have to join the landed gentry on a deadly ride to the hounds of he wanted to
track down a very foxy killer.
It's a nice little mystery. I can't find too much to say about it. I enjoyed reading it but I didn't feel like I had to go find the rest of the series. If I happen upon them I will read them but I won't go out of my way. This has the prerequisite plot twists and red herrings and the whole whodunit thing going and it manages to throw in some humor. Not laugh out loud humor, but little smile humor. The characters are interesting enough that you wouldn't mind seeing them again. It doesn't exactly read quickly but it doesn't bog down nor is it so light and fluffy that you lose interest. It was nice while it lasted but it was nothing I would get too excited about.
There was murder in the quaint North Sea village of
Rackmoor. The body of a mysterious woman
in a mummer’s costume lay sprawled on a backwater street. Half her face had been painted black, the
other half white, and the blood on her satin blouse had already turned a deep,
dark red.
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