A viciously occult murder.
A curious clue left on the body.
The soundtrack to the murder still playing…
I am a slow reader, but I started this intriguing thriller early and finished it late the same day. If stars were allotted for readability, and believable characters, SLOW MOTION GHOSTS would get a five. If for bowstring tension, an intriguing plot, a four star rating would be more appropriate. An Occult Who-dunnit to the last few pages.
Transferred to a new London station under a cloud after the Brixton race riots and shopping his best friend and fellow officer, who subsequently hangs himself, DI Henry Hobbes is still a marked man treated with disdain, and even hatred from most of his fellows. This attitude does not make for great cooperation when he is tasked with solving the brutal disfigurement and staged death of a glam pop singer.
Through dogged determination, pursued by the demons of his own nightmares engendered by the riots and his betrayal, Hobbes delves into the pop culture of the seventies and eighties, and the links to a group of artistic outcasts who swear an oath of fealty to each other on pain of death. This plot only stretches the imagination overly just a tiny bit, possibly a nod to the author’s Sci-Fi expertise, as the threads get slowly pulled into a discernible pattern. It did not detract from the immense enjoyment, however.
The hardcover cover was an improvement over the one selected for this paperback version, to my mind. I found it messy.
Thank you to PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE, South Africa, for this ARC of a Doubleday Imprint.