The Laws of Murder: A Charles Lenox Mystery (Charles Lenox Mysteries #8) (Paperback)
With all the humanity, glamor, and mystery that readers have come to love, the next Charles Lenox Mystery, The Laws of Murder, is a shining confirmation of the enduring popularity of Charles Finch's Victorian series.
It's 1876, and Charles Lenox, once London's leading private investigator, has just given up his seat in Parliament after six years, primed to return to his first love, detection. With high hopes he and three colleagues start a new detective agency, the first of its kind. But as the months pass, and he is the only detective who cannot find work, Lenox begins to question whether he can still play the game as he once did.
Then comes a chance to redeem himself, though at a terrible price: a friend, a member of Scotland Yard, is shot near Regent's Park. As Lenox begins to parse the peculiar details of the death – an unlaced boot, a days-old wound, an untraceable luggage ticket – he realizes that the incident may lead him into grave personal danger, beyond which lies a terrible truth.
“A thick, leisurely, British detective novel, studded with memorable characters.” —Boston Globe
“Finch is as skillful at evoking Victorian London as he is at spinning a crackerjack plot, this one with tentacles into the underworld of the upper class. Lenox's eighth outing, after An Old Betrayal (2013), is a solid addition to this much-lauded series.” —Booklist
“The upper-class amateur sleuth, an endangered species even in historical mysteries, is very much alive in Charles Finch's charming Victorian whodunits.” —The New York Times Book Review
“Superb . . . Boasting one of Finch's tightest and trickiest plots, this installment further establishes Lenox as a worthy heir to the aristocratic mantle of Lord Peter Wimsey.” —Publishers Weekly (starred) on A Death in the Small Hours
“The sixth in Finch's steadily improving series develops the congenial continuing characters further while providing quite a decent mystery.” —Kirkus Reviews on A Death in the Small Hours