DS Fiona Griffiths no.6.
You and I might be hooked on, now Detective Sergeant, Fiona Griffiths, but her new boss, DI Bleddyn Jones, nre head of the Major Crimes Unit in Cardiff, is not. Oh, yes, he is a good dedicated policeman, but he is soon giving Fi written warnings as he just does not get her weird modus operandi. Her previous boss, DCI Jackson, knew to give her just enough rope so that she just stopped short of hanging herself, but he is away giving serious thought to sailing off over the horizon.
Bored out of her tree, with no juicy murders to solve for more than a year, Fiona is relieved when the decapitation and ceremonious stabbing of an archaeologist grabs their undivided attention.
DI Jones is not interested in the ridiculous references to the mythical King Arthur that pop up, but Fiona is, and she befriends a young archaeologist PhD student, Katie, who had been working on the same dig as the woman who lost her head. As usual, the Bingham characters are warmbloodedly real. Fi’s father, Katie, and the minister, George Bowen are no exception.
The plot is jawdroppingly – is that a word? – twisted, but nonetheless logical, in that the baddies get the cops to do their work for them in the authentication of priceless antiquities, which is the score to be made if Fiona can’t solve the puzzle and stop the bodies piling up. Her own included.
The ongoing mysteries of Fiona’s adoption and her step-dad’s nefarious past continue to float just out of reach with a small segment being added throughout the series, an added incentive (as if we needed one!) to ensure we keep coming up for more crumbs.
Strength to strength, Harry Bingham. Thank you for the ARC.