A review by ncrabb
Wolf to the Slaughter by Ruth Rendell

2.0

This is one of the early Wexford novels, and it shows. It’s just not the kind of writing you get from Rendell as this series matures.

Initially, Wexford’s supervisor tells him he has no case. After all, they don’t have a body, and they don’t have much data. A helpless self-absorbed artist insists his sister is missing, but there’s some indication that someone murdered her.

They get an anonymously signed letter alerting them to the death of someone and to a dark killer. Still no body. The story painfully progresses to its conclusion. The interesting part of this book was the sizzling electrifying romance between a super-ambitious cop and a shopgirl. It's a bit like touching a piece of equipment that's badly grounded. You don't exactly get a shock, but there's that weird tingle that goes through your hands if you rub that piece of equipment. This is how that romance felt as I read it. It played an integral part in the book. You could see here how the author would develop her ability to provide you with psychological twists that would become a hallmark of the later books in this series. Incidentally, I think it's safe to let you know that they do indeed find a body, but it's not that of the missing woman.