

A pretty easy-going, formula crime whodunnit from a likeable author. There is no violence to speak of, and no profanity, but rather standard, afternoon-TV detective fare; indeed, at one point the narrator (the primary protagonist, Frank Gibson himself, with Martin writing in the first person) even refers to it as a “family book”.
I have to say that the murder plot itself, whilst initially intriguing, does rather fall by the wayside; this book becomes perhaps more about Gibson’s inoffe...
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