W is For Wasted, Sue Grafton, 2013

And wasted is the right word for the time spent reading 484 pages of totally pedestrian prose.  Except for a laugh or two about good old Kinsey’s habits, Henry and William, and Rosie’s café, this was a tedious tale about a homeless man who dies naming Kinsey as his executor and inheritor of $595,000.  The bad guy is a research scientist named Linton Reed who is an unscrupulous cheating scientist who ends up killing Pete (don’t ask) and is responsible for R.T. Dace’s death as well.  Way too complicated. Grafton was better when the early letters of the alphabet led to shorter, more tightly written mysteries.  Not sure I have the stomach to finish X (is for xcessive length), Y (is for Yawning) and Z (is for Zero going for it).