Charles Todd: Hunting Shadows
It’s been awhile since I’ve checked in with Charles Todd’s Ian Rutledge – he hasn’t changed much, though Hamish, the voice inside his head, has retreated a bit. He’s still a thorough and careful detective. Todd is great at set-ups, and this book has a really good one: a man is shot and killed by a sniper on the way into a wedding. In 1920. There’s apparently no rhyme or reason to it though the book opens with a prologue at a funeral where someone is full of flat out hatred for the dead man. The mother and son behind Charles Todd are far too clever to give away who that might be, however.