Hamish MacBeth will never change, but do we really want him to? Any one who is a fan knows that he is tall, red-haired, lazy, a brilliant investigator, and unlucky in love and always will be. Here, as usual, Hamish is constantly thwarted by the nasty (and stupid) Inspector Blair and the publicity-loving Daviot, Blair's superior, as he attempts to investigate the murder of an artist whose body is found in a bale of t-shirts. Who was the father of her unborn baby? Why was she killed and what did it have to do with the clothing factory where she worked? Why did Hamish, overcome by the stunning beauty of a suspect's visiting sister, not bother to notice that she was boring and superficial before he hopped into bed with her? As Hamish unravels the clues, sneaking behind his superiors' backs to do so, more deaths occur.
What makes Hamish so appealing is the fact that he is more interested in solving the case than getting the credit, and he is SO good at solving those cases. You won't be disappointed in his latest adventure. I do wish his love life would improve, though!
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