The concluding novel in the thrilling Killing Eve trilogy Forget the overrated TV series, Luke Jennings's tales of Sapphic slapstick work better on the page and this sequel to Codename Villanelle ignores the events of Phoebe Waller-Bridge's adaptation. Like his remarkable crackpot assassin, Jennings goes his own sweet way. Once again the reader is treated to a banquet of minced spies. The echoes of Ian Fleming and John le Carré are deafening and the ensuing double-crossing and switch-hitting outspoofs them both