| Ian Rankin has created this thrilling mystery where amateur Poirots are shadowed by real detectives to see who can solve the case. Detective, are you ready? Welcome to Murder Island, detective. I’m starting to think we should never have called it Murder Island if we didn’t want all this murdering going on, but we’re here now, aren’t we. You’re currently on the dock. The only way in and out of Murder Island? By boat, of course, because we’re in Scotland, and on TV Scotland is legally bound to be portrayed as an outland with no infrastructure. Your investigation will probably span a few days but haunt you for life. Anyway, you can bunk down in a room above the island’s only pub. The landlord is quite sinister and reluctant to talk about literally anything, but you really can’t argue with such an affordable room rate. Not in this economy. Yes, detective, it’s been quite the scene: a woman who was new to the island has been murdered, so it’s difficult for any of the incredibly shifty locals to particularly care about the case because they are all strange island people. Ah, I should have mentioned: literally everyone on the island is being weird in a way that suggests they may be a murderer, so this isn’t going to be easy. Look, there’s the shopkeeper. No one walks like that, do they? You only walk like that when you’ve just committed a murder. Jot that down. Continue reading... |
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