Thursday, September 14, 2023

"Terminus" by Pete Brassett


Some things were left somewhat hanging in the third Munro and West mystery, Duplicity, by Scottish writer Pete Brassett. Specifically, one of the villains in the story was never caught. But things, including some new things, are coming to a head in Terminus, the fourth in the series. 

It begins with two seemingly unconnected stories. An elderly priest tells a good friend about an old friend of his, a one-time love interest, who’s died and left a surprising will. Surprising, in that he had witnessed her will, in which she’d left everything to various charities. But a week before her death, apparently, she changed attorneys and left her estate to a foundation in the Netherlands. The friend decides to contact the police.

 

At the same time, retired Detective Inspector James Munro is seriously injured in a hit-and-run accident. His former Detective Sergeant Charlotte West, with whom Munro works now on something of a consultant basis, soon realizes that this was no accident; Munro was deliberated targeted, and he made be targeted again. Her fears seem justified when Munro slips out of the hospital to recuperate at home and the doctor is killed in his room.

 

Pete Brassett

Two stories, two investigations – and soon the two begin to converge. And slowly do Munro, West and the other policemen on the team realize that it all seems to tie to the villains who were killed in Duplicity.

 

Brassett, a native Scot, has published 10 novels in the Munro and West series, as well as a number of general fiction and mystery titles. 

 

The author tells a fine story, but what’s also entertaining is the humor, and it all comes from the mouth of James Munro. The humor adds a lightness to what might have become a very dark story inside.

 

Related:

 

She by Pete Brassett.

 

Avarice by Pete Brassett.

 

Duplicity by Pete Brassett.


Some Thursday Readings

 

Raymond Chandler: An American Classic – Michael Mandelbaum at American Purpose.

 

Perseverance and Grace: Why I Don’t Deserve a Damn Bit of Credit for My Life – Alex Sosler at Front Porch Republic.

 

Thorn Bush – poem by Seth Lewis.

 

Samuel Pepys’ Cries of London – Spitalfields Life.

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