...but I’ll go down swinging.
The latest Blackie Ryan joint is more of the same: a locked-room mystery, the occasional quick homily, and a love story. But what is it with these unnecessary epilogues? Note to authors: You want me to know what happened two years later in the story? Write another book.
By the by, I had the locked-room suspect called long before the title character did—but I didn’t believe it was that easy.
Still, he’s the best homilist I’m gonna have access to any time soon. Sad, but true.
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