Not the best detective novel in the world but a cracking 50-60 pages at the end where it all builds to a definite 'whodunnit?'
Following publishers Sheldon and Deluth, Jake Deluth narrates this book a partner to the murdered Ronald Sheldon and all fingers point to his son as the murderer. My only gripe with this novel is that the characters all seem a tad too stiff and wooden, there's depth in character but none of them seem all that believable. As I said, the last quarter of the book builds in pace and opens up the characters a lot better, but other than that it's a rather standard detective novel.