Excerpt from Occam’s Razor
I am writing this on the evening of Canadian Thanksgiving. We have had a good weekend and I am thankful for many things in my life.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme. Read the rules and more teasers at The Purple Booker. Anyone can play along.
I have read a few interesting books lately. Right now, I am on Occam’s Razor, (Joe Gunther Mysteries Book 10), by Archer Mayor. (Occam’s Razor, in case you are wondering, has sometimes been summarized as “When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.”) It is a good solid police procedural, and I am enjoying it so far!
I placed the cup on the corner of his desk. “He might be a suicide. He might also have been tossed from a flying saucer and his blood replaced with food dye. But as suicides go, it’s a little unusual. He had nothing in his pockets—and I mean nothing at all—and while his clothes were filthy, his underpants were snowy white.”
Archer Mayor, Occam’s Razor
The body was positioned so that the train neatly obliterated its head and hands. Dressed in a homeless man’s clothes with empty pockets, it might easily be passed-off as an unfortunate John Doe. And yet… Joe Gunther has a knack for knowing when things don’t quite add up, and the math in this case is all kinds of wrong. Add a toxic waste dumping scheme, a stabbing, and a whole lot of state politics… if Occam’s razor were applied to Gunther’s caseload, how many incisions would it make?
