From Publishers Weekly
Sherlock Holmes expert Davies relies too much on contrived plot twists in his second WWII novel to feature PI Johnny Hawke (after 2007's
Forests of the Night). Sandra Riley, who suspects her husband, Walter, of infidelity, hires Hawke to investigate. No sooner does Hawke learn that Walter is a secret cross-dresser than Hawke witnesses his murder. The heartbroken widow then asks Hawke to find the killer, a probe that intersects with the manhunt for army deserter Harryboy Jenkins, whose crime spree has already claimed the lives of a vicar and a police officer. Meanwhile, Peter Blake, an orphan Hawke once rescued who's targeted by bullies at his school, flees to London to seek out his hero and protector. Davies repeatedly sets up coincidences to advance the plot, including a link between Hawke and Jenkins that leads to Blake's being taken hostage. Those looking for a nuanced view of the English home front on a par with, say, TV's
Foyle's War may be disappointed.
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The second Johnny Hawke novel, starring a private investigator in World War II London, again draws effectively on the Blitz-torn atmosphere of the city under blackout, “where everything is reduced to a dim silhouette or a vague shadow.” This time Hawke, who lost an eye in a training accident and was mustered out of the army, gets involved in a murder case that takes him into the demimonde of transvestite society and may have implications on national security. Meanwhile, a psychopathic deserter called Harryboy lands in London, seduces a naive lass from Wales, and embarks on a bloody crime spree. Naturally, all roads lead to a collision between Johnny and Harryboy. As in the first Hawkes novel, Forests of the Night (2007), Davies combines scenes of powerful, character-driven complexity (Harryboy will remind readers of Pinkie in Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock) with clumsy attempts to explain to the reader what various characters are thinking or feeling. Still, this is a steadily improving series, and it’s certain to be enjoyed by anyone who can’t get enough of wartime London. --Bill Ott