The Sentence is Death (Hawthorne & Horowitz #2)

by Anthony Horowitz

Holmes has Lestrade. Poirot has Japp. Morse often tussled with Chief Superintendent Strange. It’s a simple fact of life that a clever private detective needs a much less clever police officer in much the same way as a photograph needs both light and darkness.

There’s no lonelier place than an audience where you’re the only person having a bad time

‘I assumed it was her who slipped that book into your bag. I somehow don’t see you enjoying the Doomworld series.’ ‘What? And if it had been Charles Dickens or Sarah Waters, you think I might have been tempted to go on a shoplifting spree?’

The books must have made Dawn Adams a ton of money, and as I’d learned from my time with Hawthorne, money and murder have a way of going hand in hand.