This seems to be my week for reading old books.
There are two parts to this story – the actual mystery, and the character interactions. Mystery, not much fun. People, amazing.
The dance scenes are wonderful, the squabbling actors are fun, the police procedures just drag. And the psychologist’s sub-plot is a wonderful contrast with self-congratulatory tone and interesting technique.
I like Maron’s Deobrah Knott series much better, and the other Sigrid Harald books are also better than this one.