International bestselling author Ruth Rendell delivers a first-rate new Inspector Wexford mystery--a traditional British whodunit rendered unique by Rendell's celebrated gift for characterization and social commentary.
At first there was no reason to link the killings. The one, months earlier, seemed totally random: a lump of concrete, pushed off an overpass onto a passing car. By contrast, the bludgeoning death of Amber, returning home late after night-clubbing with her teenaged friends, was obviously calculated. The killer had been seen waiting for the girl in a nearby wood. But when Inspector Wexford found that Amber had been the driver right behind the crushed car--and that both were Hondas of similar vintage and color--he knew that someone had wanted the teenager dead badly enough to kill twice to get the job done. And the murders had not yet come to an end.
Rendell casts a particularly wry eye at Wexford's attempts to adapt to particulars of today's world, from unwed mothers to global warming and quite a bit more. At the top of that list is Wexford's extraordinarily politically correct subordinate, Hannah Goldsmith, ever on guard for displays of racism or sexism, who finds herself attracted to an Indian inspector whose courtship manners are strictly Old World. Goldsmith provides the mystery with humor, a touch of romance and its inevitable hairsbreadth escape.