I was expecting my brother to call – he’s a
real early bird – so I didn’t think twice when the doorbell rang at quarter
past eight in the morning. I put down my
cup of tea and opened the door (still in my PJ’s) to find not Mike but a
courier, holding a box of what I recognised straight away as books.
I beamed so happily at the man he
blinked. “There must be,” he said,
glancing down at the box, “something nice in here.”
There was.
After The Exhibition all crisp
and new and looking just gorrrjuss. Jack’s latest mystery takes place after
an exhibition of church art in London, where various events, complications,
machinations and mysteries are set in progress.
Church art, as I’m well aware, doesn’t by itself suggest murder, mayhem
and sudden death; I hope it might – after you’ve read the book!
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