Every once in a while I like a good British story. Bleeding Heart Square by Andrew Taylor was quite good. "It’s 1934, and the decaying London cul-de-sac of Bleeding Heart Square is an unlikely place of refuge for aristocratic Lydia Langstone. But as she flees her abusive marriage there is only one person she can turn to - the genteelly derelict Captain Ingleby-Lewis, currently lodging at no.7. However, unknown to Lydia, a dark mystery haunts 7 Bleeding Heart Square. What happened to Miss Penhow, the middle-aged spinster who owns the house and who vanished four years earlier? Why is a seedy plain-clothes policeman obsessively watching the square? What is making struggling journalist Rory Wentwood so desperate to contact Miss Penhow?"
This story was pretty tame, however it alluded to a bit of inappropriate (kinky)behavior without going in to great detail. I enjoyed the fact that I was surprised by the ending!
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