Charles Llewellyn, a minor British diplomat in Spain, is delegated to help expatriate Reg Partridge--who's been accused of murdering Horst Graebner, a crook once involved with Partridge's now-dead son David (a failed painter and expert copier). Did David's ties with Graebner's schemes give Partridge a motive for murder? So think the police. Charles is unconvinced, however; likewise David's ex-wife Holly, a spirited, testy redhead who pushes Charles into some private sleuthing. And the result is a series of car crashes, gunshots, kidnappings, and frantic chases around the countryside--all leading to some revelations about one of David's paintings. . . and about the real nature of some of Partridge Sr.'s expatriate friends and neighbors. Confused, frantic plotting--but Charles is likably put-upon (like the Dick-Francis-style hero of Solo Blues), the first half is inviting, and the Spanish scenery may help undemanding readers to overlook some of the unbelievable twists and turns.