For some reason, I thought I had read The Marlow Murder Club until I began watching the series on TV. Then I realized I hadn’t.
It begins when Judith Potts, a widow in her 70s who lives on the Thames, is skinny dipping (I believe Brits call it “wild swimming”) near the house of her neighbor, Stefan Dunwoody. She hears someone shout and then a gunshot. She tries to pull herself into a blue canoe at the bank but is unable to, so she returns home and calls the police. They find nothing, and no one appears to be at home. But later, Judith returns to Stefan’s property and finds him near the water, shot in the head.
Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik isn’t quite ready to admit foul play. Perhaps Stefan committed suicide and his gun fell into the water. Judith, we learn, is a crossword setter, so she’s not about to abandon a puzzle. She finds out that Stefan had a dispute with Elliot Howard, an antiques dealer, and was threatening him with the police, although some people seem to believe it’s Stefan who is crooked, not Elliot. In trying to learn more about Elliot, Judith goes to the church, where she meets Becks Starling, the vicar’s wife.
Then another man is killed, Iqbal Kassam, a taxi driver. One murder in Marlow is unusual, two unheard of. Judith thinks they may be linked, especially as there are similarities. At the scene, she meets Suzie Harris, Iqbal’s dog walker. Soon, the three women team up to find the killer.
This novel moves along well enough, but I thought it was just okay. I had a few problems with details—for one thing, why no one could figure out a way to get around a downed tree except pulling it when there was an emergency—climb over it maybe and use someone else’s car to continue? And although the writing was okay, I spotted a couple of redundancies within a short period. I figured out the solution well before the end of the book, and I noticed that at the end, no one had told Suzie what happened, but she behaved as if they had. That is, the author didn’t catch this. Or the editor, maybe.
So, I say ho hum. But short, zippy chapters, sure to appeal to many readers.
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