BAD TIMING

The brutal consequences of white-collar crime in the wrong hands.

A hit man drives north from London, savoring the delights that await him when he finds his victims. Perhaps raping the wife in front of her husband before killing them both? But his pleasure is cut short when he arrives to discover John and Isobel York already dead and the piles of money midlevel crook Brendan Quant gave them to launder nowhere to be found. Now Quant is dead, too, and his widow, Marcie, has partnered with his old bodyguard, Darren McCabe. McCabe needs to find the missing money fast because some of the loot Brendan placed with the Yorks actually belonged to crime boss Dunster Cosmo, and Dunster wants his dosh. Meanwhile, Henry Christie, mourning his lost love Alison Holt, wants to put police work behind him and spend his days helping Alison’s daughter, Ginny, manage her pub, The Tawny Owl. But as his fling with police detective Diane Daniels turns more serious, Henry joins the chase for the Yorks’ killer as a paid consultant, and soon the good guys are chasing the bad guys all over the Midlands, with both sides shooting at everything in sight. Oldham makes some pointed distinctions between the sadistic thrill-killing of the bad guys and the violence the police deem necessary to subdue them. Christie tears up, for example, when he and his team think they’ve located the loot and find instead a container truck full of dead refugees. But Oldham’s detailed description of the cops imagining the last anguished gasps of the victims as they realize that their container’s ventilation system has failed and they’re going to suffocate makes you wonder: Isn’t sadism the real point here?

A little over the line.