Na realidade 4,5*! Só não dei as 5* porque adivinhei demasiado cedo a identidade do assassino, mas não as suas motivações.Um livro diferente do que estava à espera porque mais do que a investigação em si, retrata o regresso do "filho pródigo", neste caso o protagonista de toda história. Fin, um p...
Fin Macleod is fully settled back in his childhood home on the Isle of Lewis. He is now working as head of security on the estate of a wealthy landowner. His work, which consists mainly of stopping poachers, brings him into conflict with Whistler, a friend from his childhood. When a natural pheno...
I first discovered this author when I read his Lewis trilogy - which I loved - it was so evocative of the north west of Scotland.This book, set in France is just as gripping but totally different. It is the first in the series of Enzo files - so called because of the forensic scientist Lorenzo - ...
My previous awareness of Peter May as a crime novelist rested solely on having read 'The Blackhouse' (the first of his trilogy set on the island of Lewis and Harris) and then run aground on its successor, 'The Lewis Man' (though that was more a consequence of alarming personal resonances within t...
Margaret Campbell had finally decided to leave Beijing—and the man she loved—and return home to the States. She had first come to Beijing to conduct a seminar on her specialty, forensic pathology, for the city's police. The invitation turned out to ask for more than she expected; she was thrust i...
I really enjoy Peter May's China-based mysteries. They're a great mixture of basic procedural tactics, the strong personalities of the investigators, a little romance, Chinese investigative techniques, and forensic science. The writing is very simple and straightforward, which is actually welcome...
Margaret Campbell, a Chicago forensic pathologist, has been invited by the Chinese government to teach at the Beijing police university. She has accepted the six-week assignment with misgivings but is desperate to escape a troubled life in America. Arriving in Beijing, she checks “nothing to decl...
The detectives assigned to the murder of James Cowell by the Sûreté de Québec at 19 Rue Parthenais in Montreal solemnly presented themselves the following morning at security in the small airport at Havre aux Maisons. They were waved through to the tarmac where their thirteen-seater King Air woul...
It’s making some din! When you were out on the moor you never heard it, of course. You heard nothing above the wind. But you felt it all right. Stinging your face when a force ten drove it at you. Horizontal sometimes. I loved that feeling. Out there in the wild, just me and that great big sky, a...
The first partygoers in masks and costumes were already gathering for a party. It seemed surreal, somehow, steeped as he was in real life tragedy and murder, to slip into this make-believe world of ghosts and ghouls. Black drapes hung around walls festooned by skeletons an...
The one-time waiting room itself seemed to be breathing, filled with the soft sounds of sleep. Someone was snoring, but I couldn’t tell who. My left arm, extended around Rachel’s waist to draw her closer, had gone to sleep as well. I could feel pins and needles in my hand, but I was reluctant to ...
Nicole looked up apprehensively from the laptop computer as Enzo came in. He was, she thought, looking very pleased with himself. For most of the last couple of hours she had been framing in her mind how to tell him that she’d blown his cover at La Croix Blanche and making herself ill at th...
He shared his office with DC Smith, who was out on a job, and it was his chair that he offered to Dr Kimm when he came in. He had heard the roar of the motorbike out in Church Street, but had not associated it with the imminent arrival of the psychiatrist from the Western Isles Hospital. Until th...
J. Jackson, known to his colleagues at the Walker County Sheriff’s Department simply as Jayjay, stuck another matchstick between his front teeth and began chewing on it. He unzippered his fly and issued a yellow stream into the dry bed of Bedias Creek. Steam rose from it in the cool morning air, ...
It had taken another hour for them to get there, and the day was starting to fade. Professor Wilson had been amazed to discover that he could actually get a signal for his mobile phone if he stood up above them on the shoulder of the mountain. He was talking animatedly to someone back in Edinburg...
Fin found concentration difficult. The darkness of his small study pressed in around him, like big, black, soft hands holding him in his seat. The circle of light from the lamp on his desk burned his eyes, drawing him there like a moth, blinding now, so that he found it hard to keep his notes in ...
He wanted to be back, and in his room, before anyone became aware that he had spent the night elsewhere. He also had another reason for being back before breakfast. He parked beneath the naked branches of the plane trees and walked, ankle-deep, through fallen leaves around to the front door. Ther...