I’m exhausted after two days of Desertfest, so I thought that another mystery might be the right thing to vegetate with.
And it is indeed. This is another quite amusing and pretty smart mystery. But — it’s not as good as the two preceding books in this series. Those two books were so chock full of ideas and jokes, while this is way more straightforward. There was a six year pause between this and the previous book, so I’m going to go ahead and guess that Stevenson had used up all his plot twists and didn’t quite know how to continue.
Which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the books in this series, but I think I’ll keep reading and see how things go. At least a couple more books, because while not as good, this book was still a very pleasant way to zone out.
Third Man Out (1992) by Richard Stevenson (buy new, buy used, 4.1 on Goodreads)