The Vault : (A Wexford Case) Paperback
by Ruth Rendell
Part of the Wexford series
The twenty-fourth book in the bestselling Detective Chief Inspector Wexford series, from the author of classic detective fiction and gripping psychological thrillers including End in Tears and Thirteen Steps Down. The impossible has happened. Chief Inspector Reg Wexford has retired from the crime force.
He and his wife, Dora, now divide their time between Kingsmarkham and a coachhouse in Hampstead, belonging to their actress daughter, Sheila. Wexford takes great pleasure in his books, but, for all the benefits of a more relaxed lifestyle, he misses being the hand of the law. But a chance meeting in a London street, with someone he had known briefly as a very young police constable, changes everything.
Tom Ede is now a Detective Superintendent, and is very keen to recruit Wexford as an adviser on a mysterious murder case. The bodies of two women and a man have been discovered in the old coal hole of an attractive house in St John's Wood.
None of the corpses carry identification. But the man's jacket pockets contain a string of pearls, a diamond and a sapphire necklace as well as other jewellery valued in the region of GBP40,000. To Wexford, this is definitely a case worth coming out of retirement for.
He is intrigued and excited by the challenge, but unaware that this new investigative role will bring him into extreme physical danger...
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 368 pages
- Publisher: Cornerstone
- Publication Date: 01/05/2012
- Category: Crime & mystery
- ISBN: 9780099557357
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Review by annbury
Please make it just the latest, not the last, of Inspector Wexford's adventures. He is now fully retired, spending part of his time in London, and is asked to serve as a consultant on a particularly grisly murder. He does so, and makes some progress, but has to work entirely on his own after a singularly unpleasant character complains about his presence during an interview. Off he goes, with his usual acute readings of character, and acute ability to reimagine the past. He spends a good deal of time dealing with the inconveniences of not being official -- particularly having to find parking spaces, very funny -- but triumphs, somewhat damaged, by the end. Meanwhile, of course, his family affairs remain complex, with Sylvia in high form. I miss the old days, when the Inspector was the Inspector and could sit down in the Olive and Dove and go over things with Mike. Any Inspector Wexford, however, is better than none at all.