Sorry Jeffrey, it pains me to give your book 3 stars as I have absolutely adored some of your previous books.
Maybe that makes me judge you too harshly, hmmm.
I greatly enjoyed the character of the young man that DCI Warwick met on the cruise and the little charade of ‘whodunnit’ was exquisitely Poirotesque. Loved it.
Unfortunately, for me, although Over My Dead Body had a clever storyline and showed glimpses of brilliance, it just wasn’t quite there. Parts of it were a little muddled and at times it was hard to keep track of who was who.
Blurb: In London, the Metropolitan Police have set up a new Unsolved Murders Unit – a cold case squad – to catch the criminals nobody else can. Four victims. Four cases. All killers poised to strike again.
In Geneva, millionaire art collector Miles Faulkner – convicted of forgery and theft – was pronounced dead two months ago. So why is his unscrupulous lawyer still representing a dead client? And who is the mysterious man his widow is planning to marry?
On board luxury cruise liner the Alden, a wealthy clientele have signed up for the opulence and glamour of a trans-Atlantic voyage. But the battle for power at the heart of a wealthy dynasty is about to turn to murder.
And at the heart of all three investigations lies Detective Chief Inspector William Warwick, rising star of the department.
Only Warwick’s genius for deductive reasoning, his fierce intelligence and his occasionally rash bravery – combined with that of ex-undercover operative Ross Hogan, reluctantly brought in from the cold – can bring the criminals to justice, and put his nemesis behind bars. But can they catch the killers before it’s too late?