In a backstreet club, people dance the night away to their favourite band. But behind the scenes there is trouble afoot. An argument is brewing between bandmembers, two possessive girlfriends have plans for their partners, the club manager is creaming off profits – and a tragic accident leaves the lead singer dead.
But was it an accident at all? Coroner Clement Ryder is suspicious, and WPC Trudy Loveday knows there’s only one thing for it. She’s going undercover, deep into the seedy underbelly of Oxford nightlife.
Meanwhile Clement’s own secret is becoming increasingly difficult to keep hidden, and discovering the singer’s murderer might not be the only shock in store for Trudy…
My thoughts: another pleasing outing for Dr Ryder and PC Loveday, as they investigate the death of a pop singer on the rise. His death looks like an accident at first but his injuries are a little off for a tumble down the stairs in a nightclub. Something else is definitely going on. With several suspects and not many willing witnesses, the duo could be struggling to get some answers.
Then there’s also Ryder’s declining health, his Parkinson’s disease is progressing and he knows it’s time to hang up his coroner’s robes. My great-uncle, a lovely man, died of Parkinson ‘s, so I know it can be a truly horrible condition and slowly robs you of your ability to do things. In the 1960s, when the book is set less was known about it than now, so it must have been terrifying. It adds an element of sadness to the story – this could be the pair’s last case.
As always I really enjoyed this book, the writing is so good. I always root for Loveday to get one over on her sexist boss, making her do the filing and make tea just because she’s a woman, and having the brass acknowledge her skills and successes is always good.
*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.