Louis Case’s size, strength and way with
words suited his career choice of minder, but his anger management issues less
so, and throwing a client out of a sixteen storey window brought it to a
premature end and earned him a sabbatical at Her Majesty’s pleasure.
On release he finds therapy in painting
pottery and leaning to play the guitar (in neither of which has he any talent)
but when his music teacher, Clarissa Glendenning, is killed in a hit and run
the old instincts take over and he plans retribution.
Moving swiftly and violently through his
criminal and dodgy police contacts he tracks down the perpetrator while
simultaneously putting on a memorial concert for Clarissa, performed by her hapless
pupils (she seemed to specialise in teaching the talentless and the tone deaf).
The climax of both the hunt and the concert involve significant spillage of
blood.
Red Mist is short, concisely written, with
some choice turns of phrase. The violence is mitigated by the black humour that
courses through the book’s (well-opened) veins. I enjoyed it and recommend it
as a good short read.
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