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Passion, deception, an unexplained death and a detective with quite a lot to hide lie at the heart of Anthony Horowitz's brilliant murder mystery, the second in the bestselling series starring Private Investigator Daniel Hawthorne. Confronted with this most baffling of mysteries, the police are forced to turn to private investigator Daniel Hawthorne. No-one has ever proven with numbers that killing murderers stops other people committing similar crimes
Dies Wide Open: Anthony is bothered by the "staring eyes" of Richard Pryce when looking at the crime scene photos. TVTropes is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. But then this mystery solver is a bit of a mystery himself. We don’t know an awful lot about him, other than he left his job as a police detective under a cloud, has an unpleasant tendency towards homophobia, and enjoys making model airplanes in his spare time. He had a sort of cheerful self-confidence that was actually quite cold-blooded, utterly focused on his own needs at the expense of everyone else’s. He was not tall or well built but he gave the impression that, by whatever means necessary, he would never lose a fight. His hair, somewhere between brown and gray, was cut very short, particularly around the ears. His eyes, a darker brown, gazed innocently out of a pale, slightly unhealthy face. This was not someone who spent a lot of time in the sun,” Mr. Horowitz writes. “He was dressed in a dark suit, a white shirt and a narrow tie, clothes that might have been deliberately chosen to say nothing about him. His shoes were brightly polished. As he moved forward, he was already searching for me and I had to ask myself — how had he even known I was here?”
Gray Rain of Depression: Lampshaded. Rain is pattering the windows when Hawthorne comes to visit Anthony in the hospital, and Anthony says they can't be partners anymore. Hawthorne says that Anthony's only saying that because he's depressed and he'd be in a better mood if the weather were better. Then Hawthorne points at the rain hitting the window and says "That's an example of that thing authors put in books when the weather makes a difference to the way people feel." A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read. Perhaps too much ingenuity for its own good. But except for Jeffery Deaver and Sophie Hannah, no one currently working the field has anywhere near this much ingenuity to burn. When he is found murdered, the police confront the most baffling of mysteries: who was the visitor who came to Pryce's house moments before he died, arriving while he was still talking on the phone? The great detective had his dark side but there was never any doubt about his loyalty to Watson. Hawthorne appears to value Horowitz as little more than a means to raise his profile.
The device allows the author to conduct a running commentary on the process of writing the story, while poking fun at himself. Horowitz is perhaps best known as the creator of the Alex Rider children’s books, yet, in a running gag, no one can remember his hero’s name. He also takes aim at the world of literary fiction. One of the suspects is a pretentious Japanese author who pens worthy, prize-winning novels and accuses our author hero of being the worst thing imaginable — “a commercial writer”.
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Title Drop: Akira Anno wrote a haiku with the last like "The sentence is death." Anthony considers this damning evidence since it was poem 182 in her book of haikus, and someone painted "182" at the scene of the crime. This is crime fiction as dazzling entertainment, sustained by writing as skilfully light-footed as Fred Astaire' Sunday Times Crime Club Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan. Anthony, the narrator, is once again approached by ex-Detective Inspector Daniel Hawthorne and asked to write about him and a case he is working on, despite the fact that their first collaboration has not been published yet. Although Anthony is not too keen on Hawthorne, the details of the case pique him and he reluctantly agrees to document the case. The Dog Was the Mastermind: The killer is Colin, Davina Richardson's teenage son, who the reader has been given no reason to suspect until he is exposed.
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