Bodies, by Robert Barnard
This is a competently written novel, but I confess that though I usually
like Robert Barnard I didn’t like it much.
It’s a police procedural. A quadruple murder occurs in a photo studio
belonging to a skin magazine called Bodies. Superintendant Percy
Trethowan must dig into the weird world of elite body building to find
out whodunnit.
Didn’t much like Percy, didn’t much like the folks who helped him, didn’t
know any of the victims, didn’t much care whodunnit.
Which is sad, because as I say it was technically speaking not a bad
mystery. It just didn’t appeal to me.