A review by smusie
Believing the Lie by Elizabeth George

2.0

"And roll it did, like a diaphanous barrel of immense proportions that silently rumbled forward, inexorably, swallowing everything in its path. When it reached her, Alatea knew in an instant that this was more a pestilential miasma than was it mere fog because she understood that this substance brought with it a deadly danger. What began as a vapour--nothing more than a hoary veil that was cold and damp but still not impossible to navigate--within moments became a grey drapery so thick that it felt to Alatea as though her eyes were playing tricks upon her for the simple reason that she could not see and this seemed impossible because it was daylight, but other than the fact that the sun was out somewhere rendering visible the colors of her boots, her anorak, and the fog itself, she could see nothing at all. There was no depth to her vision. No width. No height. There was only fog."

Just one example of the preposterousness of this latest entry in the Inspector Lynley series. Even so, I still could not stop reading it.