Dying well is an art . . . the rest is just murder
Inspector John Carlyle is waiting for his father to die of a terminal illness. Meanwhile, others are dropping like flies. An elderly professor is found dead in his Bloomsbury flat. The verdict is that of heart attack. But who then stuffed the deceased academic in a closet? And who emptied the man's bank account?We publiceren alleen reviews die voldoen aan de voorwaarden voor reviews. Bekijk onze voorwaarden voor reviews.