One of the genre’s greats, Rankin draws the criminals and police well, but this story’s real strength is its attention to working-class Londoners. Continuing crime fiction’s grand tradition of exploring corruption and exploitation, The Heights is angry when it needs to be, derisive when deserved, and deft enough to leaven things with understated gags (like the developer who can’t stop reminding people that the building contains suites, thank you very much, not flats).
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