Summer 1957, and life in the Brighton Constabulary is pretty much normal. Constable Twitten is trying to convince his superiors that the station charlady is a murderous master criminal. The Maison du Wax is begging Inspector Steine to sit for a mannequin of himself, for the small donation of thirty-five pounds 10 shillings. Sergeant Brunswick is going undercover as a trumpet player in the Black Cat night club to observe nefarious goings-on. Oh, and a young man with his throat slit is found sitting in a deck chair on the beach.
This is a delightful read. A dark crime comedy, filled with satirical wit, peculiar characters, and criminal antics. The characters, while not all exactly likeable, each have a certain “charm” that adds much to the story. The plot is intricate, involving murder, disappearances, and multiple con games; all intertwined with cunning plot twists, and more coincidences than you can shake a Dundee cake at.
My thanks to NetGalley and Bloomsbury USA for the advance reader copy made available for my review.