by M.C. Beaton
My source: Netgalley
Nobody loves an honest man, or that was what police sergeant Hamish Macbeth tried to tell newcomer Paul English. Paul had moved to a house in Cnothan, a sour village on Hamish’s beat.
He attended church in Lochdubh. He told the minister, Mr. Wellington, that his sermons were boring. He told tweedy Mrs. Wellington that she was too fat and in these days of increasing obesity it was her duty to show a good example. Angela Brody was told her detective stories were pap for the masses and it was time she wrote literature instead. He accused Hamish of having dyed his fiery red hair. He told Jessie Currie–who repeated all the last words of her twin sister–that she needed psychiatric help.
“I speak as I find,” he bragged. Voices saying, “I could kill that man,” could be heard from Lochdubh to Cnothan.
And someone did.
Now Hamish is faced with a bewildering array of suspects. And he’s lost the services of his clumsy policeman, Charlie, who has resigned from the force after Chief Inspector Blair berated Charlie one too many times, and the policeman threw Blair into the loch. Can Hamish find the killer on his own?
I’ve been reading these Hamish MacBeth books since the first one. Their always a good, light, easy read. I enjoy re-visiting the village of Lochdubh and all the inhabitants. But the last two I’ve read seem tired and formulaic. I suppose after 33 books in a series Ms. Beaton can write it in her sleep.
I did enjoy the the array of policeman assigned to Lochdubh and the camaraderie between them and Hamish. But, will we ever find out what has made Priscilla a cold fish? Will Elspeth ever come back and marry Hamish? Will Blair ever get his? ‘Honestly’ I don’t think I care anymore. It would be nice if Ms. Beaton brought Elspeth back, she was a great character and I think there would be great possibilities for good storylines with her and Hamish married. Something needs to shake up the tired formula.
This was my last read of 2017.