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‘Higgins…has arranged the conventions of the crime novel into something new: oblique, bleak and often graveyard funny’ THE SUNDAY TIMES

When the tenants of Jerry Fein’s dilapidated buildings refuse to pay the rent on account of the rats, Jerry drafts in arsonist Leo Proctor to take care of the problem. After all, the place is insured and the fire marshall’s back is turned, so what could go wrong?