Death is Now My Neighbor is the twelfth in the Inspector Morris series. I confess to not having read the others. Inspector Morris is a man faced with many afflictions…most of them self inflicted. He is, however, an excellent investigator. He captures a case when a beautiful young woman is murdered in her home. There doesn’t seem to be a clear motive for the crime, but as he investigates the body count rises and the story slowly unravels. There is a robust list of suspects, though most don’t seem likely to be the type to commit murder.
“By all rights he should have felt weary and defeated; but this was not the case. Physically, he felt considerably fitter than he had the week before; and mentally, he felt eager for that metaphorical takeoff to begin. Some people took little or no mental exercise except that of jumping to conclusions; while Morse was a man who took excessive mental exercise and who still jumped to dubious conclusions, as indeed he was to do now. But as some of his close colleagues knew—and most especially as Sergeant Lewis knew—it was at times like this, with preconceptions proved false and hypotheses undone, that Morse’s brain was wont to function with astonishing speed, if questionable lucidity. As it did now.”
This was a pleasant read, but not one that kept me on the edge of my seat.