Judging by the amount of blood that stained the cobblestones, where her singular finger now pointed, she’d lost blood from the wound in her throat before her fingers had been severed. (p.4)
There’s been a murder.
Catherine’s look hardened, her forehead creasing, though she reached across the table and took Melissa’s forearm. (p.12)
And Catherine’s friend has been implicated.
Lunch hour was in full swing when they entered the crowded Lebanese bakery on Sydney Road. (p.9)
The setting of Melbourne suburbs is not the only hook for this murder investigation storyline.
Catherine Kint used to work with the police, is now a milliner, and is investigating a murder once again. Can a functioning alcoholic solve a crime that others cannot?
People are getting killed, and Melissa is set for the blame. Could Catherine or her friend Boris be next on the murder list?
Events unfurl quickly, and so there is a constant drum of danger.
There is not enough mystery to all characters for them to escape stereotypes. There is some great subtly to Boris, in particular, which allows him to rise above a slender personality line.
Some view into the operations of the police and new age spiritual healing centres, and on how to make a hat – though more detail on the hat production (and others) would have added a level to the story to increase believability and intrigue.