Step back into the golden age of crime fiction with this nostalgic, slow-burn detective novel from 1945. Mitch Taylor, a competent yet restless third-grade detective, feels out of place in his department and dreads the tedious legwork that comes with the job. Beneath his stoic exterior lies a simmering desire for a promotion, though he knows he'll need to make a lasting impression to earn it.
When a hit-and-run incident turns disturbingly deliberate, Mitch finds himself teamed up with Jub Freeman, a meticulous forensic technician at a time when forensic science was barely respected. Their investigation starts with a routine witness interview but soon spirals into a web of mystery involving a distressed woman named Andrea Minx, a missing friend, a dead cat, and—inevitably—murder.
The discovery of Peter Jarvis’s body, found with a fatal head wound and no murder weapon in sight, thrusts Mitch and Jub into a tense hunt for answers. As they chase elusive clues and unravel hidden connections, their contrasting crime-solving styles make for a compelling partnership.
What truly sets this novel apart is its reflective, witty writing, peppered with humor that feels timeless. The author masterfully keeps readers guessing until the very last page, delivering a crime story rich with twists and golden-age charm. If you crave a detective story brimming with wit, suspense, and vintage appeal, this is a must-read. Solid 4 ⭐ for a gripping, nostalgic ride.