

Depending on who is asked, Carol had one child, possibly two. One victim, Carol Braithwaite, elicits particular anxiety. (Scotland Yard scandal, anyone?) The year 1975 surfaces repeatedly, when a serial killer dubbed “The Ripper” targeted prostitutes.

His digging upsets several uneasy consciences, many of them current and retired members of the police force. He’s been asked by one Hope McMaster to locate her birth family.

Jackson, retired from the police force, has gone into private detective work. Kate Atkinson’s fourth installment of the complex, compulsively readable Jackson Brodie mysteries, Started Early, Took My Dog caused me to miss my BART stop last week, leaving me sheepishly backtracking, book in hand.
