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A Dreadful Murder by Minette Walters

A Dreadful Murder is based on a real life murder that happened more than 100 years ago. In Kent, in the August of 1908, Mrs Caroline Luard was shot dead in broad daylight whilst on the grounds of a country estate. 

She was a well known woman who worked with poor charities in the local community and was married to Major-General Charles Luard, who was a County Councillor and a Justice of the Peace. With very little evidence to go on, her husband was labelled the main suspect and so Minette Walters skilfully draws together the characters to try and solve the crime. 

Throughout the story we meet a range of characters that highlight the divisions of the time; policemen and criminals, rich and poor. It details the police lines of inquiry of the tine and there is also a little of early forensics which I always like. 

A Dreadful Murder is part of the Quick Reads set. It is shorter than a standard fiction book and is easier to read but still has the awesome content that will keep you turning pages. Whether you are already a voracious reader, or you are looking to read more, then this is a great crime fiction read from a best-selling author.  For more information about Quick Reads check out my post about the literary charity and the other excellent books they have available. 

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