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I love this series and I'll continue reading but Paula really gets on my nerves. She can't take a decision and she's always rushing to do something that makes no sense... for instance she's sitting in a car in the night in the middle of nowhere in the snow. And she opens the door and starts running ?? and only then she sees something a blur blah blah. Shouldn't have been the other way around? and on and on...

This book keeps making me remember Picket Fences. Without the wonderful duo Wambaugh and judge Bone but still it has that mix of mystery with a big cast of people that promises more good stories. Even though I've figured out what's happenned I'm not in a hurry to finish it.

(they have found 23 dead squirrels)

“This case could be a tough nut to crack,” Carlson said to Duckworth. “But I’m feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to get at it. But if we don’t find a witness soon I’m gonna go squirrelly.”

"The strangely dressed woman was a famous writer, one of those rare novelists who wrote in an avant-garde style but still had many readers. You could start one of her books on any page."

**blink**

‘Heard the one about the chap throws himself off a tower and changes his mind half way down? Save me! St Anthony, save me! And a great big hand comes out of the sky and grabs him! Then a voice says, By the way, which St Anthony were you wanting? Well, you know how many St Anthony’s there are in Italy, so the chap casts about in his mind and comes up with St Anthony of Paduaaaaaaaaaaagh!’

Oooookayyyyyy. That last scene was a little OTT. Not the last-last scene which I found cute but the last i-killed-her scene. Paula was suddenly dense as a brick for a psychologist. But I still liked the book. Very in the McGilloway style, part mystery part drama.

‘Paula! Paula, up you get, it’s time for Mass.’
Christ! She sat bolt upright, stricken with terror that she was fifteen again. But no, it was worse, she was thirty and just living the life of a fifteen year old. In a single bed, wearing flannel pyjamas, and her dad knocking on the door to get her up.

Too many coincidences...

I run past the tourists and into the church. Outside, the police car screeches to a stop. Very macho. Very Flying Squad. Perhaps I should swoon.

"Would there be samurai or geisha without kabuki?" Genji said. "We are so fond of melodrama, are we not?"