The Milkman Cometh

New Zealand is a quiet little backwater at the end of nowhere. We would simply not allow a serial murderer to exist. It wouldn't be democratic and so on. So don't be surprised at the extent of the cover-up in the Milkman. What started as prudent war time censorship, unfortunately lasted sixty years of official silence. Only one man has the grunt to call a halt to the political inertia. Read how a young Maori policeman organised his team of misfits to solve the murders. The toll on their private lives turned into the unexpected and compromised their very existence. A surpreme whodunit and why those whodunit, did it. rshipe simple would not allow a

The Milkman Cometh is a real whodunit in the best tradition of crime fiction writing. It contains, without doubt, all the right ingredients: structure, pace, credibility and twist. The reader meets John Dallow, the part Maori detective who is given the task of reopening The Milkman File. He is young, intelligent with no previous concept of what the Milkman has been doing over the years. As the reader is taken into the story the patterns of grisly murders unfurl, unlike so much crime fiction, the reader never loses the structure of the plot. It sounds hackneyed but I really could not put the story down and simply had to finish it in one sitting. The relationship between John Dallow and the aging Detective Inspector is quite masterful. The old boy pointing the young detective in the right direction- without giving too much away and the role of Donna Babe adds to the building intrigue. The gritty language, the team including the sexy but dim Angelica round the characters off. I have no hesitation of recommending it for publication and I would like to see it entered for the Gold Dagger Award for crime fiction.