Who would kill a charming antiques expert Rowland Egerton, the
darling of daytime TV? Bill Slider and his team are on the case . . .
'It's quiet out there, ' says DS Atherton, at Bill Slider's office
window. 'Too quiet.' Right on cue, the phone rings. 'Now look what
you've done, ' says Slider. It's a homicide. The post-Christmas lull is
officially over.
The deceased is antiques expert Rowland Egerton, the darling of daytime
TV, stabbed to death in his luxurious West London home. The press are
going to be all over this one like a nasty rash: the pressure's on
Slider for a result, and soon.
Egerton's partner, the bulky, granite-faced John Lavender, found the
body; did he also do the deed? Or was it a burglary gone wrong? A
missing Fabergé box and Impressionist painting point that way. But as
Slider and his team investigate, none of the facts seem to fit. And it
soon becomes clear that the much-loved, charming Mr Egerton wasn't as
universally loved, or perhaps as charming, as Slider was first led to
believe . . .