Blood Lines
A Bill Slider Mystery (5)
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4.0 • 6 Ratings
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Publisher Description
'An outstanding series' NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
A Bill Slider Mystery
With his on-off lover Joanna away with work, Detective Inspector Bill Slider almost welcomes a call-out to the BBC TV Centre at White City. Roger Greatrex, celebrated music critic and opera aficionado, appears to have topped himself - only minutes before he was due to appear live on a quiz show.
But there are signs that the body has been interfered with, and Slider suspects murder. One fellow panellist is known to have quarrelled violently with Greatrex. two members of the production team have motives, and nobody in the building has a proper alibi.
Slider is under pressure to make an arrest, and all his instincts are at odds with the evidence. But a dangerous killer is on the loose, and could kill again...
Praise for the Bill Slider series:
'Slider and his creator are real discoveries'
Daily Mail
'Sharp, witty and well-plotted'
Times
'Harrod-Eagles and her detective hero form a class act. The style is fast, funny and furious - the plotting crisply devious'
Irish Times
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
After a start slowed by some uncharacteristically slapdash characterization and merely dutiful dialogue, Harrod-Eagles unleashes an effective dark-edged tale and serves up a truly nasty villain into the bargain. The fifth Inspector Bill Slider mystery (following Grave Music) revolves around the death of a promiscuous and pompous music critic who's found with his throat slit in the gents at a TV studio where he was about to appear on a talk show. Slider, whose lover, Joanna, is a violinist, gets to hunt for a killer in a case that initially centers on a hackneyed crew of suspects, all steeped in love for and/or envy of the famed commentator. If things start a bit simplisticly, Harrod-Eagles quickly burrows to an agreeably deeper level. A police officer is soon implicated, but the eyewitnesses' tales never quite gel even as the officer's odd past emerges in its full dysfunctional weirdness. All this is accomplished with nearly enough panache to blind the reader to the fact that the initial reason for the critic's untimely demise is actually a fairly goofy one. Once beyond the fitful start, Harrod-Eagles gracefully builds upon her habitually elegant procedural stylings to deliver taut psychological suspense.
