COLD BONES

Another return to the early 1930s for a retired police detective who just won’t let go.

There’s no keeping Henry Johnstone down. Still suffering the ill effects of the wounds that ended his career as a detective inspector with Scotland Yard, he’s allowed his masterful sister, Cynthia Garrett Smyth, to hang out his shingle as a private inquiry agent, even though he’s running no inquiries and employing no agents. His latest diversion comes in a letter from Dr. Walter Fielding, who remembers him from the time he spent in Lincolnshire three years ago on a case, informing him that local stockman Frank Church used the interval between falling into a threshing machine and expiring to confess to the murder of Robert Hanson at that time. Henry still has a keen personal interest in the case because he’d been convinced that the victim had been killed by Ethan Samuels, the former lover of Frank’s wife, Helen, and the father of the son Frank was raising as his own. Henry is determined to track down Ethan and bring him home even though his family—fully aware that he’d still serve time for grievous bodily harm against Hanson, since he did beat him even if he didn’t kill him—is in no hurry to help. Meanwhile, Dan Trotter, a failed merchant who’s paid to have his warehouse burned down for the insurance, has killed the unknown man who found him on the scene, trying to make a proper job of the halfhearted blaze his hirelings started. Since Adams reveals both killers from the beginning, the biggest mystery is the identity of that dead man, and that doesn’t generate many sparks either.

Come for the period detail and stay for the emotional journeys of the sleuth and his prey.