Currently reading Death Distilled, the second in the Whisky Business series by Melinda Mullet, and it's a bizarre experience. The first in the series was quite taut and credible, with enough of an edge set it apart from most cosies. This one is awful. It's soggy, and with the lead coming across as a different character altogether - a hardened war photographer fleeing from a murder scene just one example. The language has changed too. The author's American, but the first book could have been written in the UK. Not this one, wherein the use of "check" for "cheque" is the least egregious of the "things she wouldn't say if she was from the UK"
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