My other epic find at the used book store was this paperback. I was intrigued by the cover and the explanation on the back. I'd never heard of this author, and when I looked him up, I noticed he wrote under three different names and different genres. His actual name was Stanley Bennett Hough.
Caroline's naked body is found on the bank of a creek. Only a few families live in the secluded little neighborhood, and no one wants to guess what happened. Maybe someone from the outside came in and performed this terrible act, but Brentford stays on the site. He digs up a lot of history on all the residents and finds they all seem to be connected. But who is responsible for Caroline's death?
This book was different. I hated the tiny print, but that was my bad for not looking before I bought it. Brentford is the type of detective who doesn't let on what he's thinking. It makes for a winding journey but an enjoyable one. The ending is not what I would call satisfying. Does the killer get revealed? I would say...sure? But it's a bit convoluted, and the end is just sad all around. The story itself struck me as unique, and it was really interesting.
This is the kind of book where you need to pay attention to what's happening, or you'll miss something. It might be a clue or a connection between some of the characters. It may or may not make a difference overall, but I wouldn't try to read it while my attention was divided. I did enjoy the overall story, so it easily earns a Good Book! review.
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