I loved this book, because I got to hang out with Peter – and, yay, Lindsey, and Nightingale, and (briefly) Toby and Molly and Dr. Tagging along on a murder investigation is fun, too, even when it involves a schlep through the sewers there’s where the “fictional” part comes in handy, as my schlep doesn’t involve the stink. As fictional characters go, Peter is one of those I would most like to meet, share a pint and a kebab, go to a movie with. Months go by he doesn’t call, doesn’t write, but then he bursts back into my life as if he never left and I have a few hours of tremendous fun with him. Now and then, though, if we’re going to be in the same city at the same time, we get together, and it’s almost as though the time since the last time we met up never existed – we find our old footing and have a terrific time. She went off to school and then to New York to seek her fortunes, and she is a) blessed with a great many friends and b) an even worse correspondent than I am, so we don’t email or call or any of that very often. I have a friend I met when we both worked at Barnes & Noble many years ago. I could almost make that my entire review.
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