Blood Never Dies (Bill Slider Series #15)by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles
A boiling-hot August day and a handsome young man is found dead in his bath, exsanguinated. Bill Slider’s colleague takes one look at the body and is convinced something isn’t quite right. As Bill investigates, he reluctantly has to agree. But as Slider and his team try to identify the man – whose personal papers are missing, along with his wallet… See more details below
A boiling-hot August day and a handsome young man is found dead in his bath, exsanguinated. Bill Slider’s colleague takes one look at the body and is convinced something isn’t quite right. As Bill investigates, he reluctantly has to agree. But as Slider and his team try to identify the man – whose personal papers are missing, along with his wallet and keys – it seems that the more they find out about him, the less they really know . . .
Meet the Author
Cynthia Harrod-Eagles is the author of the internationally acclaimed Bill Slider mysteries and the historical Morland Dynasty series. She lives in London, is married with three children and enjoys music, wine, gardening, horses and the English countryside.
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I've read almost all of this Bill Slider series and it never disappoints. The books are witty and well written and quite British. The characters are more than policeman doing their duty - we find out about their lives, their feelings and their interactions with each other and with loved ones.
The latest Bill Slider mystery finds the DI called to the scene of what was initially thought to be a suicide but which, on closer examination, seems to be a murder. Things become much more complex when the Shepherd’s Bush police cannot find any identification for the dead man, nor any personal items, such as cell phone, computer, wallet, at the scene. Any when they do get the name of the flat’s tenant from the building owner, that name appears to be false. Things become murkier as the investigation continues, with more bodies appearing to be tied in to the first. Present are the usual assortment of colleagues who fans of the series have gotten to know and love, despite (or perhaps because of) their quirks and eccentricities, of course their boss, DS Porson, master of the malapropisms, who “used language like a man flailing at wasps - - usually effective, but never a pretty sight.” Meticulously plotted, the author brings matters to a most satisfactory resolution. As much as the mystery itself, and the wonderful characters who inhabit it, among the most enjoyable ingredients of this series are the charming descriptions, of people and places, employed by her, e.g., “scrawny frog-eyed Hollis, with his despairing hair and feather-duster moustache [who] made Peter Lorre look like a model from a knitwear catalogue;” the aforementioned building owner, “short and swarthy, his head emerging from his shoulders without the bother of a neck;” one character who had “so many spare tyres round his neck he looked as though his chin was resting on a stack of crumpets;” another who had teeth “so white he’d have been useful to have around on a rocky shore in the fog;” a bouncer whose “chest was so broad his nipples were in different time zones. He looked as if he could lift weights with his tongue;” and Slider himself who, at one point at the end of a long day, removes his shoes and socks in a quiet moment: “His feet wriggled gratefully in the open air like puppies shown affection at last.” I always finish a Cynthia Harrod-Eagles/Bill Slider book anxiously awaiting the next one, and this one is no exception. Highly recommended.