Wilkie Martin – Inspector Hobbes and the Bones

Having enjoyed the first three books in this series, I was looking forward to this one, and moved it up my virtual reading pile so that I started it when I got on the train yesterday. And it proved to be an ideal choice – light enough to survive reading with the background noise on the train, and entertaining enough to keep my attention, which is pretty much what I expected. And it kept me interested enough to finish it when I found myself unexpectedly awake in the early hours of this morning.

A couple of years have passed since the events of Inspector Hobbes and the Gold Diggers. Andy Caplet has settled down in happy married life and respectable employment as food critic for the local paper. He’s put his adventures with the unhuman Hobbes behind him, and life is good.

So, that’s when things start to go wrong. His archaeologist wife Daphne has just headed off to Egypt to work on an important dig, and she’s hardly in the air before Andy is punched on the nose by a stranger. More trouble follows when a tree demolishes his flat (going for the double, as he and Daphne had moved into the flat that Andy had burnt down in the first book), obliging Andy to move back in with Hobbes.

This of course leads him to get involved with one of the strange cases that Hobbes specialises in. There are some dangerous, err, not people to deal with, who aren’t given a classification, but sound suspiciously like something beginning with E, and not in the relatively nice Tolkien way.

Lots of Deadly Peril, jokes worse than deadly and a nicely resolved ending, making it at least as good as the first three books and, umm, when’s the next one out?