Crossing Over

Angus King’s narration is the secret sauce here, and he serves it up piping hot. His voice has the kind of gravitas that makes even the most implausible plot contrivances feel grounded, like a detective who’s seen too much but still cares just enough to dig deeper. When Bracken confronts the victim’s father—a titled, ice-cold aristocrat who treats the investigation like an inconvenient houseguest—King’s delivery shifts into something almost sinister, the vowels elongating with barely concealed disdain. The story itself is a masterclass in misdirection. Carson plants clues like landmines and then has Bracken tiptoe right over them, which should feel clunky but instead creates a delicious tension. My only real quibble? The final act leans a bit too hard on a twist that, while satisfying, wraps up the moral ambiguity a touch too neatly. Still, the ride is so sharp—those crisp British class tensions, the way the investigation ricochets between manor houses and council estates—that the destination feels earned. If you love your thrillers with a side of *shaken, not stirred* social critique, this is your audiobook.