This is a pretty standard whodunnit, which will teach you a bit about coral conservation and Obeah magic as well as telling you why the Queen loves Mustique and everybody has Nicky Haslam design their villa interiors. The prose veers from the clunky (“an urgent request for an ambulance rarely signals good news” – no kidding!) to the genuinely evocative (“Tides don’t exist on Mustique; the ocean only advances and retreats by a few inches each day, like a shy suitor, afraid to embrace the land”).
