2009 police procedural mystery/horror, seventh in the Bryant and May
series. A headless body is found in an empty shop; someone dressed in
a deerskin, with knives for antlers, is terrifying people on the
construction site north of King's Cross. Where is the PCU when you
need it?
So it's even more politically fraught than usual, as once more
the PCU is spared the administrative axe and given an unreasonably
short deadline to solve a complicated case. For an extra thumb on the
scales, they don't get any access to other police resources.
The development is obviously a version of King's Cross
Central, but
largely the story is the recipe as before: May tries to do actual
police work, Bryant goes off chasing hares and offending people, but
of the huge number of unreasonable suggestions Bryant has made one
turns out to have some value so he can feel smug. It's nothing
remarkable, but it works reasonably well.
All right, if I knew less about weird history and London specifically
I might be more impressed by the details that Fowler's dug up. His
audience is people who still think that Battle Bridge was named
because of Boudicca, or haven't heard of it at all, and so what would
for other people be exciting weirdness feels to me more like
box-ticking. That's not his fault.
The main difference from the pattern of the series to date is that
this book ends on a down note, with an obvious lead-in to the next
one – which means that the reader is largely deprived of the usual
emotional catharsis that's the reward for putting up with all the
plodding investigation.
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