Ellen Curtis, whose profession is decluttering her clients’ homes, cleans up a lot more in her second case.
It’s ironic that Alexandra Richards wants SpaceWoman, Ellen’s company, to clean out her mother’s home in Brighton because Ingrid Richards herself seems to be the main thing clogging her daughter’s life. Ingrid has traveled the world as a flamboyant journalist, but she’s never taken proper responsibility for the daughter her brief relationship with fellow reporter Niall Connor left her with. Now that Niall has married celebrity Daily Mail columnist Grace Bellamy, everyone seems to be well over the birth of Alexandra, leaving Ingrid surrounded by unsorted papers and Alexandra left to solace herself with the smugly lukewarm endearments of computer repairman Walter Rainbird. Meantime, Ellen frets over the welfares of waitress Mary Griffin, whose abusive husband has been imprisoned since trashing her place, and her own children, remote, London-based Juliet and Nottingham Trent student Ben. Brett’s exposition is a model of effortless efficiency. In no time at all, he sketches out Ellen’s fraught relationship with the ex-actress mother she calls Fleur, details the 1986 hostage rescue in Beirut that left Ingrid scarred and BBC cameraman Phil Dickie crippled, traces Ellen’s uphill battle to declutter the household of widowed Edward Finch, who coyly intimates that he may have murdered his wife, kills off Ingrid in a sadly predictable house fire, and hints that her death may not have been accidental.
A neatly constructed whodunit punctuated by series regulars who periodically break in to speak their piece.