It's an odd story so far in that there is a clear division of characters' outlook on life. And while I understand Ronald Price's (our chief investigator) motivations, I still would like to see him being hit with a shovel.
I plan on finishing this tonight. Then it's on to my last bingo read for 2019.
I didn't get far last night but I like the scene-setting - it is incredibly fun to read a conundrum laid out that must have puzzled everyone who's ever watched Midsomer Murders or Murder, She Wrote: how do you investigate an unexplained death when the lead police investigators are related to every single one of the people at the scene of the crime and no one is an obvious suspect?
This promises to be fun.
From the depths of a shabby leather armchair, Ronald Price looked around the Chief Constable's study, noticed the hunting prints, the photographs of polo teams, the shelves of books, the blue-and-red Turkey carpet, the golden cocker spaniel just now dislodged from the very chair he was sitting in and sent to his basket. Colonel Blimp...he thought, and: dog's hairs all over my blue suit...and: stinks of dog, this room does...and: whatever would Valerie say to all those books? - regular dust traps.
Ronald Price sounds like an unpleasant chap. I'm currently rooting for him to be a victim. Don't know what caused this more... the complaint about dog hairs or the comment about books being dust traps. The above quote is the very first paragraph in the book.
(@Tigus - I know you were looking for an update. I'm on it.)