'If I can't have her, no one else will.'
Olga Klimt is one of those fit as fuck women who has a constant stream of dribbling men following her round and tugging desperately at their penises. She's one of them though who's a bit of a cunt with it, though. A bit like my mum in some ways, apart from my mum is proper ropey now cos THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH PEOPLE'S HEARTS. YOU TWATS.
So these two detectives kind of stumble on the case, as you do. In being a beautiful cock tease there are a lot of people who want to stab Olga a bit, and there are also some unfortunate women who suffer a disastrous case of mistaken identity. Ooops.
This story reads like a good old fashioned whodunnit but it's all modern. They've got mobile phones and stuff. Not sure how I felt about that cos I thought it was going to be all Victorian and eerie but it's a bit cleverer and also a bit darker. Which I suppose is a good thing. But I do love the Victorians and their mysteries. Sigh. The cover is a bit misleading, I think.
Recommended if you like stories where men seethe with rage, and where a duo of detectives do the detecting.