In this third book featuring lone maverick detective Nick Belsey, he is once again in deep trouble with the Met, facing disciplinary action and a probable charge of murder. Hiding out to postpone the inevitable he accidentally stumbles into the world of celebrity, fashion and of course murder. Harris tells the story is his usual fast-paced way: Belsey pursues his enquiries using his wits, fast thinking and a network of shady acquaintances and safe havens to stay one step ahead of his own pursuers.

“The House of Fame” has neither the tightly localised focus of “The Hollow Man“ nor the remarkable research behind “Deep Shelter“. It ranges right across London as Belsey skitters across the thinnest of ice as it breaks up around him. Lacking the firm base of the earlier books this one is less convincing, but if you can go along with the character it is still an enjoyable read. I wonder though if there are any more Nick Belsey stories. No spoilers, but given the ending of this book it will be a stretch to write a next one.