About 60% of the way through Horowitz announces he knows who the murderer is and why. But I’d already thought about that solution – and dismissed it. Certainly I agreed with his reason, but not the identity. And guess what – the solution was not what he thought.
Now this may seem a strange way of starting a review – isn’t Horowitz the author? So how can he be working out the who the killer is? He must know surely.
Well this story is told autobiographically where Horowitz the author plays Horowitz the story participant.
Which was a very interesting concept of telling a pseudo PI/Sherlock Holmes story.
For me it was refreshing and original.