All That’s Dead, by Stuart MacBride.
Needless to say, there is no such thing as ‘open-and-shut’ regarding these cases. The more the police dig, the less they find: the only sure evidence they have is that these men seem to have been kidnapped by a very secret Scottish Rights group, whose main aim is to drive the English out of Scotland forthwith. Scottish Nationalism has been a touchy subject for some time, especially with the inequality of representation at Westminster, but when the bloody hands of the abducted academic turn up at BBC Scotland, there are grave fears that pieces of the rest of him might be sent to other media. And as we all know, bad situations can get even worse: a tabloid reporter hints that he has evidence that the lead detective, DI King, used to belong to a Scottish ‘terrorist cell’ in days gone by.
Police Scotland is screaming at its Aberdeen branch to find the kidnappers yesterday and restore its public credibility – well, good luck with that , thinks Logan; they will do their formidable best, but the situation becomes even worse when the kidnap victims are found, and DI King is with them – barely alive.
Stuart MacBride thrills his myriad fans yet again with his consistently excellent combination of horror and humour; no-one writes a better crime novel than he, and I reckon the only thing that will kill Logan, DS Steel and wee loon Tufty will be their evil fast-food diet (which DS Steel always drops down her front.) Not a vitamin to be seen! FIVE STARS.