I think this takes me back up to date in the Mary Russell series. I’ll be waiting for a new book. (Though I’m also very pleased to find that King’s latest gives her other sleuth, modern day Kate Martinelli, an overdue outing.)

I didn’t find this as all consuming as the last couple of books, but enjoyed the foray to 1920s San Francisco. Sherlock Holmes meeting up with Dasheill Hammett was a lovely touch and the sort of thing that’s made this series worth reading. King has breathed new life into Holmes for me.