The new Peter Robinson. Structurally not unlike 652 above, in that the killer’s motivation is an event long in the past.
Very slow opening following an apparently random massacre by a lone shooter at a wedding; transpires that the apparent culprit is a feint constructed by the real killer.
Inspector Banks is surrounded by a plethora of adoring women which feels a little narcissistic, but of course he (or really one of the women) gets the baddie in the end.
The slow narrative pace annoyed me, and one could say that the author is coasting.
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