I became so frustrated with The Death of Mrs. Westaway. I liked the idea of a modern gothic novel. The setup is excellent. Young British woman reads Tarot cards in Brighton Beach England. Economically broken, she borrows funds from the local hoods. She receives a letter telling her she has inherited a possible fortune. So far my attention has been satisfied. The writing is flourished with British detail. Unfortunately as the novel progresses, the convoluted plot swirls your head. Relatives keep popping in and out of the story. It turns into a routine crime novel. The final suspense thrills hardly resonate. The contrived surprise revelations are ho-hum.