I've always loved historical crime thrillers, since I get bored with detective efforts relying on modern forensics. Where's some good old-fashioned detective work? Alex Reeve's The House on Half Moon Street runs with this concept, made more interesting by the fact our intrepid hero, Leo Stanhope, doesn't work for the police. He starts out as a coroner's assistant, investigating a crime dear to his heart. He's also a fascinating study in that he's actually a woman. He's not simply dressing up as a man to access more interesting opportunities in Victorian London; Leo is completely transgender, so it's interesting to see an issue like this explored in fiction. In places, I did struggle to care about who the murderer was, since the victim is mostly presented through the eyes of our hero, but I read the last quarter in one go, so intent was I on discovering the truth!