A Killing Kindness (1980)
Blurb:
My review:
Serial killings are seldom either convincing or interesting, as this early Hill demonstrates, for the solution is weak. Not only is the motive daft and unconvincing, but the reader is forced to rack his brains in an attempt to remember who the murderer is. This sense of anti-climax is not helped by the fact that characters and plot strands blur throughout the novel, the telling of which drags, so that it is difficult—and, in the end, as futile as the fat Superintendent Dalziel—to tell (or care) who was where when, and why.