If the book had been called 'Last Train to Clacton' or Margate or Southend or Blackpool or indeed anywhere other than Scarborough then chances are I wouldn't have bought this smashing book. But it had Scarborough in the title so that's always worth a punt and besides which, I'd read and enjoyed one of Andrew Martin's Jim Stringer steam detective mysteries before.
It's a right ripping yarn, set in Scarborough of course, and well worth an easy read with a gripping mystery.
Another good book read recently was Louise Welsh's Naming the Bones. I've read all of her novels to date and this was the one I enjoyed the most.
Have also finished the Steig Larsson trilogy and feeling bereft and somewhat lost without his books in my life. Now then, just what would Lisbeth Salander do?