In a word this is rubbish. Bad grammar in direct speech can be put down to inarticulate characters but it is so bad in the narrative it suggest a bare..Show More »ly literate author. The writer is a former bit part/stand-in actor in American films and TV shows of the 1970s, and although I haven't looked at his credits I can only assume one of them was Quincy. That show has always been my bench mark for the worst possible 'explain the plot' wrap-ups. The denouement of this book is one of the longest and most convoluted I have ever read or heard. It is written in the form of the classic 1930's 'whodunnit' stage play, and smacks of an understudy being given his chance in the spotlight and refusing to relinquish the stage. The character even says as much at times.
The narrator's attempts at accents, particularly that of the 'Oirish' cop would normally be enough for me to stop listening and delete, but I found it was so funny I kept going just to hear what dialect he would use next. He seems to have attempted all counties of Ireland, north and south of the border, most of the western isles of Scotland, a touch of Geordie, definite hints of Sephardic and Ashkenazi Jews, and at times lapsing into Nigerian. The laughs I got from that are the only things stopping me returning this for a refund.