Even as DI William Warwick goes undercover to investigate corruption in the Metropolitan Police Force, William's father and sister lead the prosecution as drug baron Ahmed Rashidi stands trial. Meanwhile, William's wife--now the mother of twins--befriends the former wife of his onetime archrival. Third in a series from the mega-best-selling author; with a 100,000-copy first printing.

In the third novel featuring Detective Inspector William Warwick, the London cop is once again reassigned, this time to a new top-secret anti-corruption unit charged with investigating the Metropolitan Police Force. He's not entirely thrilled to be snooping on his fellow police officers, but Warwick is a meticulous investigator, and he soon discovers that some seemingly unconnected incidents of corruption might point to a more elaborate web of wrongdoing that has gone unchecked for years. Archer is very good at telling stories with multiple moving parts--Warwick's family plays a key role in this story, too--and at creating full-blooded, characters. Readers familiar with his multivolume Clifton Chronicles will see some similarities here, although it should be noted that the Warwick novels are straight-up mysteries that can be read as stand-alones (the Clifton books increasingly relied on reader familiarity with preceding volumes). As always, Archer's prose is precise, his dialogue is fluid, and his lead character is compelling. A winner.

Three cases preoccupy Det. Insp. William Warwick in bestseller Archer's unconvincing third outing for the London policeman (after 2020's Hidden in Plain Sight). In 1987, Warwick is slated to be the chief Crown witness in the prosecution of drug kingpin Assem Rashidi; takes on a confidential new assignment to investigate Det. Sgt. Jerry Summers, a colleague suspected of being crooked; and is tasked with apprehending fugitive Miles Faulkner, a criminal mastermind who figured in the previous book. Implausibly, the government is represented in the Rashidi trial by Warwick's father, Sir Julian, and his sister, Grace, setting up inevitable and unnecessary distractions when defense counsel takes advantage of those relationships to undermine the case against Rashidi. The action shifts among trial scenes, Faulkner's machinations, and Warwick's efforts to get the goods on Summers. Archer strains credulity by making it too easy for some key evidence to be tampered with in the high-profile Rashidi case, and Sir Julian proves to be a surprisingly inept questioner in court. This one's strictly for series fans. (Apr.)

William Warwick, newly promoted to Inspector Warwick, finds that putting away the drug lord he caught in Hidden in Plain Sight (2020) may not be as easy as he thought. The good news is that tea importer Assem Rashidi, who imports a lot more than tea, is finally in custody and that nefarious financier Miles Faulkner is on the run. The bad news is that no one can find any trace of Faulkner's ill-gotten fortune, including his fabulous collection of old-master paintings, and that Rashidi's engaged Booth Watson, Queen's Counsel, as his barrister. What chance does oleaginous Watson have against Crown Prosecutor Sir Julian Warwick, William's father, and his junior, William's sister Grace, with William himself as star witness? Quite a good chance, as it turns out in the trial that unfolds over much of this tale's first half. The complications that follow--WPC Nicola Bailey, assigned to watch over DS Jerry Summers, a suspected underworld contact, gets so close to her target that they end up in bed, and Faulkner survives reports of his death and cremation to attend his own funeral, the beneficiary of some plastic surgery so expert that the only attendee to give him a second glance is Booth Watson, QC--are both more shapeless and more flatly incredible. The swirl of criminal intrigue culminates in a second trial when William finally swoops down on Jerry Summers, but this one, even though the legal talent on both sides is exactly the same, is a lot less compelling than the first. Archer, who makes every page readable even when the events he's recounting are least credible, provides a nice coda concerning one of those old masters. A sad case of sequelitis. Next year? Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.