Windmills Of The Gods by Sidney Sheldon. Good thrillers usually make all the evidences point to a person, but that person would not be the bad guy at the end. So I started the story, expecting the obvious one is not the bad guy. About a quarter towards the end, the most likely person, the one with evidences pointed at him, turned out to be the violator! “Oh maybe this thriller is different. Maybe I am not supposed to suspect the unexpected,” so I thought. Then a few twists began.
More than a decade I didn’t touch Sheldon’s books, and this first one had just whetted my appetite to read his books. Now already trotting halfway through Sands of Time.
