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About the Author

SHAMINI FLINT is a Cambridge graduate and was a lawyer with various UK firms, including Linklaters, for ten years, travelling extensively in Asia during that period, before giving up her practice to concentrate on writing. The first two books in this series, A Most Peculiar Malaysian Murder and A Bali Conspiracy Most Foul, were also published by Minotaur/Thomas Dunne Books.

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Inspector Singh sipped his coffee. It was instant, sweet and milky, just the way he liked it. Singh was not one for those fancy coffee machines that steamed milk, ground beans and sounded like mini-construction sites. He preferred a kettle and a teaspoon. Not that he made his own coffee in the morning. That was a task for Mrs Singh. She always had his breakfast, usually chappatis with dahl, a spicy lentil curry for which he had a strong partiality, and the accompanying hot drink, on the dining table by the time he had successfully completed his morning routine. This began with an aggressive teeth cleaning with a fraying toothbrush, was punctuated by the swapping of singlet and checked, faded sarong for a long-sleeved white shirt and dark pants and culminated in tying a turban around his large head. This last was not a task that could be done casually or without the full use of a mirror for fear of the point being off-centre, the turban lacking balance and symmetry or the whole thing looking like an enormous beehive.

Singh lumbered to the dining table and sat down expectantly. His wife carried a fresh tray of food in from the kitchen. Mrs Singh's air of domestic subservience masked the iron will of the woman he had married by walking five times around the Sikh holy book in the gurdwara on Wilkie Road. He had seen her for the first time on their wedding day. As she was brought to him, doe-eyed and downcast, his uppermost feeling had been one of relief that she was not burdened with a wooden leg or squint. After all these years, he sometimes felt that his gratitude was limited to the same things - that and her cooking, of course. The smell of warm ghee, as the chappatis were flipped on the skillet, was making his salivary glands ooze.

He turned his attention to breakfast. Singh ate with his fingers - tearing off pieces of chappati, dipping them in the bowl of dahl and shovelling them into his mouth. He scanned the newspapers, seeking any snippets of news amongst the advertisements for slimming products and cheap flights and grunted when his wife addressed any remarks to him.

'I was right,' she said.

The continuation of a conversation that had been going on for several days was a key feature of their marriage. Mrs Singh would relate one of several overlapping tales, involving the scandalous doings of one of their relations, and continue it over a series of encounters with him - at breakfast, as he dressed for work and when he came home in the evenings. The inspector typically listened with half an ear, confused all the separate strands and responded only if he felt the vitriol was too unpleasant to pass without some mild reproof.

She said again, more smugly this time, 'I was right.' And then continued darkly, 'I told you what would happen.'

Another element of these stories was the regular vindication of her views by unfolding events. Inspector Singh nodded a general agreement. He did not know nor care what she was talking about but prudence dictated that he agree with her diktat. He chewed on his food with small tobacco-stained teeth - pleased that the food was sufficiently spicy to tickle taste buds that had lost their sensitivity after years of chain-smoking.

'They let him go to America. To New York,' she added doubtfully, unsure whether her information as to location was accurate. 'None of our people are there. Now he has married an American girl.' She continued, triumphant at the climax of her story, 'He didn't even need a green card. He had one already!'

Singh mumbled an acknowledgement.

He pulled himself to his feet, using the edge of the dining table for support. He wished that Mrs Singh did not find it necessary to cover the lace table cloth with a clear plastic sheet. No doubt it kept the cloth clean. He was a messy eater and there was always a splattering of curry on the table when he was done. But the sheet was sticky and he found the gummy sensation when he removed his elbows disproportionately unpleasant. It reminded him of the clammy hands of the dead.

Singh washed his fingers, took his mug to the easy rattan chair and collapsed into it. A gaggle of mynah birds with glowing orange beaks screeched and quarrelled in the garden, fighting over some hapless worm. They reminded him of his sisters-in-law. He sniffed the air. A whiff of a ripening cempedak from a tree in their well-tended garden tickled his nostrils. He hoped his wife would deep fry the pulpy yellow fruit in batter for his tea. The policeman leaned over, gasping for air like a fish on land as his belly and lungs compressed, and pulled on his socks and shoes. The shoes were spotless white sneakers, the laces of which he tied in a careful double knot. It was one of the many things that annoyed his superiors about Singh - his refusal to wear a sensible pair of black shoes to work every day. He remembered the last time Superintendent Chen had suggested his footwear was not in keeping with the dignity of the force.

'They're comfortable,' he had explained. 'And it means I can chase down the bad guys.'

His boss had looked down at the short fat man, puffing slightly from the physical effort of standing upright and speaking at the same time, turned smartly on the heels of his own Italian black leather pumps and marched away.

Mrs Singh spoke again. Her voice was high and sharp. Singh thought she sounded like the vocal embodiment of a murder weapon. 'I hope you haven't forgotten that Jagdesh is coming for dinner tonight.'

Inspector Singh had not only forgotten that Jagdesh was coming for dinner but also who Jagdesh was. He said, buying time, 'Of course not!'

His wife was not fooled. Her arms were folded in a bright pink batik caftan so that only scrawny, dry-skinned elbows were visible. 'You don't remember, isn't it?'

Singh was the sort of policeman who always urged suspects to take the easy way out and confess to their crimes. He realised now, facing aggressive questioning from his wife, that it was terribly bad advice. 'I'm looking forward to seeing Jagdesh again,' he said unconvincingly, feeling in a pocket for his cigarette packet.

'You haven't met him before.'

He should stay at home and cook and clean and send his wife to work, concluded the inspector. She was far too good at cross-examining witnesses. He sipped his coffee and made a face. He had left it too long and it was lukewarm.

'OK,' he confessed. 'Who is Jagdesh and why is he coming for dinner?'

'My cousin's nephew from India - I told you about him!'

Singh had given up subterfuge. He glared at his wife and shrugged fleshy shoulders to indicate his complete failure to recall the conversation.

'They're worried about him.'

'Who are?'

'His parents - he's already thirty-something and not yet married, can you believe it? They think he might find a Chinese girl in Singapore.'

'Are we to prevent him doing so?' asked Singh mildly. 'Perhaps we should lock him in the spare room when he arrives.'

For a moment, he was concerned that his wife had taken him seriously. Her expression was thoughtful. Her thick black eyebrows formed a straight line. He realised that she had, as was her habit, disregarded his sarcastic soundtrack to her thought processes. She was still wrestling with the knotty problem of an unmarried thirty-year-old.

'What's he doing in Singapore anyway?' asked Singh, feeling even more irritable.

'He has a job at a big law firm - he's very successful, very rich. And still no wife!'

'Lucky bastard,' muttered Singh under his breath.

This time he was not fortunate enough to be ignored. 'You're always so unhelpful. The boy is coming for dinner. I'm going to introduce him to all the nice Sikh girls in Singapore.'

'Are they coming for dinner too?'

Her eyes were like car high-beams. 'I'm sure that would make you very happy!'

Singh thought this was an unfair accusation. He was not the best of husbands by any stretch of the imagination. But, as a general rule, he did refrain from making a fool of himself over pretty young things. In his line of work, he had seen too many corpses that were the products of relationships gone awry. He didn't want any of his wretched colleagues investigating his death at the hands of some angry boyfriend or husband. Singh reached for the cigarette perched on an ashtray and dragged himself to his feet. He would need a portable crane soon if he didn't lose some weight. The policeman caught a glimpse of his round belly in the tinted glass sliding front door. He had to admit that his loyalty to his wife was probably not entirely a matter of choice. Inspector Singh sucked in a deep lungful of tobacco-laden smoke and headed for the front door.

'Always you're smoking - I don't know where to hide my face!'

His wife and his doctor were of one mind when it came to his cigarette habit, thought Singh ruefully. But their motivations were completely different. He gave his doctor credit - he nagged like an old woman but he probably had Singh's best interests at heart. His wife on the other hand was just embarrassed that he was breaching one of the fundamental tenets of Sikhism - that tobacco was off limits.

His wife said warningly, 'Make sure you come home for dinner.'


Later that evening, a plane descended to a thousand metres above sea level. It flew in low over a sea that was as smooth as a plate of glass. Beautifully detailed miniature ships were dotted on its surface. The coastline was littered with high-rise office towers and homogeneous apartment blocks. Annie Nathan had her eyes fixed on the Asian Wall Street Journal.

There was the sudden clatter of the undercarriage descending. A few minutes later the plane touched down at Changi Airport. Annie disembarked and hurried towards the arrival hall, ignoring the headache-inducing blend of fluorescent lights, patterned carpets and busy shop windows. She paid no attention to the mass of humanity corralled into waiting areas, watching television screen...


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Product Details

  • Series: Inspector Singh Investigates (Book 3)
  • Hardcover: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Minotaur Books; Reprint edition (July 17, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0312596995
  • ISBN-13: 978-0312596996
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 0.9 x 8.5 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 12.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (22 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #803,729 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Shamini Flint lives in Singapore with her husband and two children. She began her career in law in Malaysia and also worked at an international law firm in Singapore. She travelled extensively around Asia for her work, before resigning to be a stay-at-home mum, writer, part-time lecturer and environmental activist, all in an effort to make up for her 'evil' past as a corporate lawyer!

Shamini writes children's books with cultural and environmental themes including Jungle Blues and Turtle takes a Trip as well as the 'Sasha' series of children's books. She also writes crime fiction,commencing with Inspector Singh Investigates - A Most Peculiar Malaysian Murder and Inspector Singh Investigates: A Bali Conspiracy Most Foul.

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Amateur curmudgeon VINE VOICE on January 26, 2013
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Our favorite, fat bumbling Sikh detective is at it again. This time investigating a murder in a prominent law firm in Singapore and, for once, the police establishment will give him all the help he needs. In fact, more than he wants.
If in "A Bali Conspiracy Most Foul" there was, at first, a paucity of suspects, here, there is a plethora.
A very compelling fast read that, I believe, is darker than the previous two.
I enjoyed it.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Discerning Reader on February 11, 2014
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This was the first Inspector Singh books that I have read- I now realise that there is a whole series of them. What attracted me to the book was the fact that the title referred to a non-European police officer and that the geographical setting was in a different part of the world.

The book is well written and easy to read. The character and personality of Inspector Singh, presumably of Indian origin who or his family must have migrated to Singapore, is well drawn. He is not the dashing attractive man who is often the main character in many television series. Shamini lint is able to give us a very clear picture of his personal life, especially in the context of his wife. His personality comes out in his relationship with his superiors, as well as the junior officers.

For someone not living there, the book throws interesting insights into many aspects of society in Singapore, with a special focus on the talented expatriate community so vital to its economy. The legal and judicial frameworks are revealed , hinting at legacies of British rule.

The murder mystery itself does not leave the reader on tender hooks as other books in the same category, but the author manages to surprise the reader, right at the end, about the truth

Inspector Singh Investigates is gentle read, but with a lot of information, making I ideal to read when one wants to relax but still feel mentally stimulated.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Serena on November 29, 2014
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This third book in the series starts with a "bang" or I should probably say "thwack" and kept my interest until the very end.

Inspector Singh is his usual curmudgeonly self most of the time, but does have more glimpses of humanity than in the first two books. I like that the characters in this book show a variety of dimensions---more so than the first two books. I felt great sympathy and pity for a couple of the characters. Especially Inspector Singh's wife---just kidding--they may be perfect for each other.

I am looking forward to the next installment which is waiting for me on my Kindle.
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For our undaunted Inspector, he is asked to find the murderer of the senior partner in a well known Singapore law firm. This murder of an expat, sends vibrations though the top levels of the Singapore government who count on foreigners to deal with the international community. In Singapore, one of the most safe countries in the world, it's bad business to have people going around bludgeoning international lawyers to death in their offices. Even before the body is cold, Singh is being pressured by his superiors to solve the case. He is given carte blanche and all the resources and assistance he needs to make a quick job of it.

In addition, it turns out that one of the partners at the law firm is a distant relative of Singh's. Singh's wife is determined to find a wife for this young man before he falls into the clutches of some unscrupulous 'Chinese' gold-digger. Just before the senior partner was killed, he had called all of the firms seven partners to an emergency meeting where he will reveal that one of the partners is suspected of 'insider trading' on a merger that the firm is working on. In addition, we have the senior partner's ex-wife and his current wife (who used to be the ex-wife's maid) who each had a good reason to kill him.

Once again Singh has his own ideas on how to run an investigation and will not let his superiors force him into indicting just anybody so that the case can be closed. Flint, again, leaves us with a bittersweet ending, where we end up feeling more compassion for the murderer than the victim.

Zeb Kantrowitz
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It was a pleasure for me to read a book set on Singh's home turf. Now I know why Singh doesn't mind working away from home: his wife is a mean-spirited, close-minded nag with whom it's impossible to share an opinion, and his superiors are superior in name only, concerned with appearance instead of substance. It's a wonder the man can solve any cases at all. Since he's disliked by his bosses, he's usually given the most inept police officers to aid in his investigations, but in this case, we get to see him work with Corporal Fong, a bright young man on the fast track. It will be interesting to see if Fong figures into future books because he was given an opportunity to learn some valuable lessons from Singh, and I would like to see if he puts any of them to use.

This is a very sensitive case for Flint's main character. Not only does he have his superiors dithering about because the investigation is so high profile, a member of his own family is involved. I think the thing that impressed me most in this book was the bittersweet ending. At the very beginning of the investigation, Singh told Fong that he already knew the identity of the killer. His problem was to find the evidence that would back up his belief. The length of time it takes to find that evidence proves to be quite costly. The Singapore School of Villainy is yet another strong entry in Shamini Flint's engaging series, and I look forward to more.
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