Ruth Rendell. A Sleeping Life. (1978) A woman’s body found on a path isn’t much of a surprise, but one without any identification is an annoyance. Her handbag contains only keys and some cash. However, Wexford discovers her identity fairly quickly. What takes time is filling in the details of her life. Frustrating gaps and inconsistencies prevent a clear idea of who murdered her and why. Wexford stumbles on the solution when he hears a chance remark about eonism (that’s a spoiler). An alert reader will likely not need that clue, however.
A satisfying Wexford. ***
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