So five stars for the readers and, being generous, three for the convoluted tale itself. Not so much a who-dun-it? mystery but a who are you? Interesting enough to carry this reader to the end, just, by virtue of the good narration, but it dragged especially towards the end and despite the final resolutions, did not have the anticipated feel good factor but instead just rather shabby sad and unlikely. This story, which moves back and forth in time and between protagonists, reveals all. Although believed to be the dead couple's child, who had cared for her in the time between the deaths and the discovery of the bodies? Twenty four years later, that same baby who had been given for adoption, was surprised when she inherited the house and set out to find out more about her birth parents.

But there was also the complication of a live baby on the floor above, well fed and cared for, secure in a cot. Two of the bodies were identified as husband and wife, the owners, but the third victim was unknown.

It started well with the mystery of three dead, one woman and two men, found on the kitchen floor of a house in Cheney Walk, a very select and expensive street by the Thames in London. The actual story was, however, disappointing. There were a couple of pronunciations but little of consequence and the male/ female voice variation helped provide a textural interest. Not that it matters as both were good, clear and maintained an interest and were so similar in sound that I didn't realise that there was more than one female narrator. Unfortunately, the credits do not say who read which part. Firstly, the narration: three people are listed here, reading the chapters appropriate to their character as the point of view switches between Henry, nicely performed by Dominic Thorburn, Libby and Lucy read by Tamaryn Payne and Bea Holland.

The family upstairs series order