I wanted to read something entertaining today, so I first tried a new, well-reviewed mystery book, gave up, and then went with yet another old Barnard mystery.
It’s pretty entertaining! The only annoyance this time around was that Barnard was so strongly hinting at one specific character as being the guilty one — by making him the absolutely least likely character, ever, and basically making it impossible for him to have done it, which is very suspicious indeed.
And of course, he didn’t do it, so it was the old double twist kind of thing. Which is fine! But when you sell it that hard, it gets a bit much.
Otherwise just what the doctor ordered.
A City of Strangers (1990) by Robert Barnard (buy used, 3.45 on Goodreads)