My Hands Are Tied is a DCI Morton crime novel set in Putney, London. It opens with a hand-binding ceremony for Morton’s son at the residence of a cult to which he belongs. After drinking too much at the reception to drive home, Morton and his wife stay the night. The next morning, one of the cult members is found dead.
With his son a suspect, Morton pulls strings and asks favours so that he can solve the crime before it becomes official on Monday morning.
This story had a short timespan with plenty of red herrings and dead ends for both the police and the reader. At times the story felt too complex and one or two small plot points were rushed making them less believable. However, they didn’t affect the overall outcome of the story.
Campbell has a background in law, and this was easy to spot in the narrative. The cult style setting has been popular with writers and I thought that Campbell made a good attempt to put his own spin on this plot line. For me, this story itself was just okay, but this is, of course, always a matter of personal preference; I’m sure that there will be mystery addicts who will enjoy this book.
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A last-minute wedding invite drags DCI Morton and his wife to the grounds of Terra Farm to watch his son marry the fiancée they’ve never met.
Nerves about meeting the bride prove to be the least of their worries when they’re awoken by gunshots and one of the guests – the bride’s ex – is found dead.
When Morton’s son becomes the prime suspect, the choice is simple: sit back and let another detective work to imprison his son, or work outside the rules to clear the family name.
As if he had any choice.