The Wrong Hands

Declan Miller is back, and he's every bit as irreverent and mildly childish as he was when I first made his acquaintance last year. He still attends dance practice. He still has his pet rats, Fred and Ginger. And he's still talking to his dead wife, and hoping he will find out who killed her.
In the meantime, there are other crimes to solve. The book opens with a couple of conmen stealing a briefcase in the public toilets of Blackpool Railway Station. Unknown to them, the briefcase belongs to a contract killer who will stop at nothing to get it back, as it contains proof that he carried out a hit for one of Blackpool's crime bosses.
Murder and mayhem soon follow, with Miller inevitably at the centre of the mayhem.
The Wrong Hands is an hilarious romp. The black humour won't be to everyone's taste, but I love it. The Detective Miller books are a breath of fresh air, and I sincerely hope that this isn't the last we hear of Declan Miller.
Thanks to Grove Atlantic and Netgalley for the digital ARC in exchange for this review.