DCI Patsy Chalke. Beautiful, rich, Oxford-educated. Owns a riverside penthouse, drives a red Mercedes convertible. DS Bobby Leyden. The bruiser from the notorious Ferrier estate. Lives on take-away Chinese and cans of 1664. Drives a Ford. They are Chalke and Cheese, but when a gruesome string of murders rocks the royal borough of Greenwich, the pair must work together to find out who is killing South London's villains. And why. Only one thing's certain. In Meantime nothing is what it seems to be.
Two completely different police officers have to work together to solve a set of bizarre related killings.
Unfortunately, this book was a "did not finish" for me. I admit that I find organised crime boring. If I'd known this novel's genre, I'd never had picked it up.
The two main characters were stereotypes of a rich snob and a working class bruiser. Of course, she couldn't just be rich, she also had to have a complicated personal life and be a bit of a mess. He couldn't just be from a rough area- he had to have family involved in all kinds of dodgy dealings. There are too many side characters and witnesses. At one point I felt I needed an old fashioned character list to help me tell who was who. It doesn't matter though, since everyone was unlikable, with the possible exception of some random character's gay best friend.
Tightly written; multiple sub-plots; funny in obvious and sly ways; my wife and I read about 5 to 6 crime, police procedurals, detective novels per fortnight. Mostly British based but occasional US authors.
We rated this as one of the best we read in the last few years hence 5 score.
Immediately went looking to see if he had written anything else and were amazed to find this is no. 6 or 7. Cannot understand why not better known