
I've been a fan of Anthony Horowitz's fictional collaboration with ace detective, ex-cop, Daniel Hawthorne since 2020. I've since learned that this series is a variety of metafiction, where the author inserts himself into the story as a character. As I've said before: it's as if Sherlock's companion was not named "John Watson", but "Arthur Conan Doyle". Works for me! (My previous reports on the Horowitz/Hawthorne mysteries: here, here, here, and here.)
This one's different. Horowitz's publisher is demanding that he write the next book in the series, but Hawthorne hasn't been working on any new cases. What to do? After some difficult negotiations, they decide to do a prequel of sorts: a murder Hawthorne worked on before he joined up with Horowitz. Hawthorne will provide Horowitz with the case documents in chronological order, so the book can be written without knowing how it's going to turn out.
The years-ago murder took place in "Riverside Close", a group of six houses containing people living in decent harmony until a new family moves in and proceeds to irk every one of their new neighbors. Tensions rise until, eventually, the main offender gets a crossbow bolt in the throat.
There are too many suspects, and they all seem to be hiding something. Hawthorne and his then-partner, Dudley, interview them all.
And Horowitz, as he learns about the crime in the present, becomes increasingly dismayed at how the past case developed. Is there really a book in all this?
Well, yes there is. You're reading it. Keep turning those pages, Paul….
There's quite a bit to keep track of, but Horowitz lays out everything clearly; that doesn't mean you'll see the plot twists coming. (Well, I didn't. Maybe you will.)