I don’t know about you, but when I have the opportunity to read a murder mystery involving a porcine creature all dolled up in a tuxedo, I seize that opportunity, because Buddha only knows when such a fortuitous occasion will come around again.
Scottish author Gall has produced this first in a trilogy, the others I believe having nothing to do with swine.
It stars an average kind of guy, living in the small town of Dumfries, Scotland, single, settled, not too young, not too old, with a couple of pals to go golfing and drinking with, and who does a spot of private eyeing on the side just to keep busy and help out his townsfolk. Nothing terribly serious, and certainly nothing terribly dangerous, that is until this.
A large sow is pulled out of a storm drain, dressed for a night at the opera, and although our boy has another couple of cases on his plate, he is fascinated enough to investigate this curious event on his own. He then finds himself, after a night drinking at his local boozer with friends, locked up in his own chest freezer with no idea how he got there, and barely able to bust his way out owing to faulty hinges before he dies. He then is thrown into a commercial ice maker, and is almost run down by an anonymous person in a truck.
A rather awful murder that happened in town may or may not be connected to these events,and investigating it all certainly beats the recovery of missing pets. All in all, it makes for an enjoyable read, and frankly, Gentle Readers, you will never guess why the pig had the glad rags on. Never.