Penguin Random House
When his father dies, Carl Martin inherits a house in an increasingly rich and trendy London neighborhood. Carl needs cash, however, so he rents the upstairs room and kitchen to the first person he interviews, Dermot McKinnon. That was colossal mistake number one. Mistake number two was keeping his father’s bizarre collection of homeopathic “cures” that he found in the medicine cabinet, including a stash of controversial diet pills. Mistake number three was selling fifty of those diet pills to a friend, who is then found dead.
Guilt festers and multiplies, life becomes unbearable, and blackmail pushes an ordinary person already on a ledge into a freefall of irrational and deadly behaviours.
An interesting psychological profiling of the three protagonist – none are very pretty and only one has any redeeming features, however I felt the ending was a little mundane and the narrative was not developed enough for my liking. Murder served under done is a bloody thing.
RIP Ruth Rendell.