It took me for-frickin-ever to finish this because the first half is really discombobulated: a new suspect every other page, ranging from a security guard to an Indonesian prince to a wheelchair-bound professor. WAY too Agatha Christie. But it catches fire in the last half, with a couple great interrogation scenes. Also, Dr. Delaware's awful sweetheart, Robin, is blessedly absent, and there are some funny scenes with the anal, East coast transplant police chief (obviously Bill Bratton.)