Thirteen

It's interesting that Agatha Christie didn't write a mystery using the disciples of Jesus. It would have been fun. Here, a religious nut case murders people with the same names as those disciples. In tis one, Charlie is forced to work with occult sciences like numerology. It is understandable that he doesn't buy into it (I don't either), but he walks around with his smug know it all insensitivity. A religion professor is helping them, and he can't keep his tunnel visioned brain out of the discourse. That aside, it is an interesting plot. The conclusion is disappointing, pointing once again to some shoddy police work.