Malice in London
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Descripción editorial
DETECTIVE-CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT ERSKINE POWELL RETURNS--INVESTIGATING MALICE IN HIS OWN BACKYARD.
When a murder victim is discovered in the murky waters of the River Thames, Erskine Powell of Scotland Yard plunges into the most diabolical case of his distinguished career. A second brutal slaying draws Powell even deeper into a tangled web of greed, deception, and blackmail. From Tower Bridge to Soho, from Mayfair to Bloomsbury, Powell throws a dragnet across London, racing against time to link two savage crimes--and stop a cold-blooded killer dead in his tracks. . . .
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A lone woman is walking through the dense fog on the banks of the Thames, searching for her lost dog, when she spies an arm briefly thrust out of the murky water, only to instantly vanish beneath the surface. So opens Thomas's fourth installation (after Malice on the Moors) of his Erskine Powell series, which engages the reader from one episode to the next. Chief Superintendent Powell's latest case involves the death of politician Richard Brighton, the body seen earlier in the Thames. After dismissing the possibility of a mugging gone bad, Powell and company begin digging up evidence that would provide a murder motive. Brighton's stance on the "Dockside project" had its opponents: he saw the so-called "gentrification" plan as a way to develop a run-down warehouse neighborhood, while adversaries felt it a ruthless crusade to evict tenants. The plot thickens when restaurant critic Clive Morton is found dead in an alley, an apple stuffed in his mouth. Fortunately, finding a link between the killings is a challenge equal to Powell's careful, slightly unorthodox sleuthing. Thomas's characters are classically British, as delightfully demonstrated by Detective-Sergeant Sarah Evans's arcane remarks and pub owner Celia Cross's Cockney accent, and the story moves quickly and succinctly. Despite the muddy side plot of a missing girl, this whodunit is crisp and witty, and should satisfy any cravings for intrigue la Scotland Yard.
