John Bude’s Death on the Riviera was definitely written in a different time. Where crime didn’t seem to hurt anyone who wasn’t already breaking the rules. Usually I like a quaint crime story from another era for its simplicity, but this one was a bit too much. CID Inspector Meredith and his sidekick travel to the south of France looking for a British counterfeiter selling his bills to unsuspecting British tourists looking to skirt the law. The crimes were convoluted but not in a good way. More in a ridiculous way.
Read December 2017