No Cure For Love
a gripping standalone crime thriller from the master of the police procedural
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2.5 • 4 Ratings
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- $16.99
Publisher Description
Before you discovered DCI Banks, Dectective Arvo Hughes was on the case in this vintage standalone crime thriller from Peter Robinson.
As a detective in the LAPD Threat Management Unit, Arvo Hughes has dealt with every kind of stalker there is - and in 1990s Hollywood, he's not short of work.
Tasked with finding out who has been sending unsettling anonymous letters to beautiful TV star Sarah Broughton, Arvo expects this case to be nothing out of the ordinary - until the actress discovers a strangely mutilated body left in the sand outside her beach house.
Certain that Sarah's stalker must have met her before, Arvo realises his only chance to catch the killer before he gets closer to Sarah is to delve into her past. But nothing is straightforward in this case, and the squeaky-clean star seems to be keeping all memories of a shady history locked away . . .
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Originally published in Canada in 1995, this standalone feels dated, and given the absence of bestseller Robinson's beloved Inspector Banks (In the Dark Places, etc.), it may appeal only to the author's diehard fans. Most of the action takes place in Los Angeles, where British actress Sarah Broughton has found fame and fortune as a detective on an American TV show. Sarah has also attracted a stalker, who mails her letters with the usual delusional fantasies. But when the stalker refers to her by her real name (Sally), she starts to worry, and a studio exec calls in the LAPD's Threat Management Unit. Then Sarah finds a dismembered body on the beach near her Malibu home, and the hunt for the stalker takes on real urgency. Though the stalker antagonist is less a credible character than a plot device, readers will appreciate Robinson's fine storytelling and his authentic portrait of L.A., which Michael Connelly praises in his foreword.
Customer Reviews
A practice run
So this was one of Peter Robinson's earlier books? Probably he was practising, because the descriptive passages were far too long and I spotted the culprit the moment he was mentioned. A bit far fetched and the outcome predictable. Robinson is a far better writer now.