Welcome to the first day of the blog tour for The Custard Corpses by M.J. Porter. My thanks to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to take part in the tour and to the author for my digital review copy. Do check out the posts by my tour buddies for today, Jo at books_for_the_shed and Lynn at Ellesea Loves Reading.
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About the Book
Birmingham, England 1943. While the whine of the air raid sirens might no longer be rousing him from bed every night, a two-decade-old unsolved murder case will ensure that Chief Inspector Mason of Erdington Police Station is about to suffer more sleepless nights.
Young Robert McFarlane’s body was found outside the local church hall on 30th September 1923. But, his cause of death was drowning, and he’d been missing for three days before his body was found. No one was ever arrested for the crime. No answers could ever be given to the grieving family. The unsolved case has haunted Mason ever since.
But, the chance discovery of another victim, with worrying parallels, sets Mason, and his constable, O’Rourke, on a journey that will take them back over twenty-five years, the chance to finally solve the case, while all around them is uncertainty, impossible to ignore.
Format: ebook (225 pages) Publisher: N/A
Publication date: 21st March 2021 Genre: Historical Fiction, Crime, Mystery
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Ever mindful of the murder on his patch that remains unsolved and determined to one day provide the answers the victim’s family crave, as well as to bring the culprit to justice, Chief Inspector Sam Mason leaves no stone unturned when new evidence puts a completely different slant on the case. Is there a link between the murder of Robert McFarlane and that of another murdered boy? If so, what could it be and what is the significance of the curious modus operandi of the killer?
Much like custard, as the plot thickens a series of fortunate discoveries lead to a painstaking search for clues and a delve into the past as Mason and his assistant, Constable O’Rourke, try to piece together the often flimsy evidence gathered at the time. With no recourse to modern forensic techniques, it’s down to good old-fashioned paper and pencil, and searches through dusty archives (all fuelled by plentiful cups of tea) that eventually provide Mason and O’Rourke with the breakthrough they have been looking for. But what they discover is more disturbing than they might have imagined. I’ll admit I found some of it unexpectedly macabre.
The plot of The Custard Corpses is certainly ingenious and, of course, custard is delicious. However, given the nature of the victims, it isn’t what I would describe as a ‘cosy’ mystery.
In three words: Ingenious, intricate, suspenseful
Try something similar: The Ghost Tree (A Betty Church Mystery #3) by M.R.C. Kasasian
About the Author
M.J. Porter writes: “I’m an author of historical fiction (Early English, Vikings and the British Isles as a whole before the Norman Conquest) and fantasy (Viking age/dragon-themed). I’ve recently written a relatively modern mystery novel set in 1943. I was born in the old Mercian kingdom at some point since 1066. Raised in the shadow of a strange little building, told from a very young age that it housed the bones of long-dead Kings of Mercia and that our garden was littered with old pieces of pottery from a long-ago battle, it’s little wonder that my curiosity in Early England ran riot. I can only blame my parents! I write a LOT. You’ve been warned!”