K is for killer – Sue Grafton

I abandoned my Herefordshire haul in favour of the next letter of Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone series … borrowed from the Barbican Library in lieu of the Lonely Planet Guide to the Ukraine (still out on loan, despite my having put in a request for it over three weeks ago – bah!). Actually, I’d had to call this one back from the mysterious ‘stack’. Quite why some of the series get to stay out on the shelves and others don’t is another mystery.

But Barbican mysteries aside; K is for Killer is another quick and easy read, this time putting Kinsey on the trail of the murderer of a high class call girl come proto-porn star whose decomposing body had drawn a blank for the Santa Theresa police. With no reference to Kinsey’s long-lost family, Killer felt a bit of a filler, but then again you can understand wariness in a character who’s spent most of her childhood an orphan, and most of her adult life living alone suddenly finding out she’s got aunts, uncles and cousins, and a weathy grandmother who disowned Kinsey’s mother.

A suitable read for the Astraeus flight from Gatwick to Simferolpol, and H and my first day in Yalta.

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