Well, this could have been written with me in mind. A guy who fancies himself as a writer spends an unhealthy amount of time in coffee shops in the City of London, tapping away at a laptop. When a woman he was (thinking about) flirting with drops dead, he’s drawn into a conspiracy involving money, power and murder.
It’s fun. The meta narrative is a bit meurgh, but it’s only a couple of quid on Kindle, pushes along at a fair pace and doesn’t outstay its welcome.