Inspector Singh, one of Singapore’s finest investigators is sent to London to learn policing methods from English bobbies. What could he possibly learn from a cold case, an unsolved murder that took place five years ago? He wasn’t overjoyed at the thought of English food, a cold climate and strict smoking laws. A plump figure wearing a turban, not easy to be a sleuth blending into the scenery, but he’s not anticipating doing any real detective work and he’ll be careful not to cause any diplomatic incident as he has in other countries.
Full of good humour blending two cultures and expressions of speech, the little grey cells of a Sikh version of Hercule Poirot are put to the test. The story’s tension is created with a web of intrigue within the police force, inter-racial relationships in London and a terrorist plot, which is exposed by the inadvertent capture of Mrs Singh.
The next book by this author, that I’ll be chasing involves Inspector Singh investigating a calamitous Chinese killing..