Almost_great

I’m reading The Paris Apartment (swe: Grannar i döden) by Lucy Foley. So far it is almost great. I’ve gotten to the part where she finds her half-brothers bracelet between the cracks in the floor.

Why is it “almost” great?
The city of Paris feels constructed from clichés.

What is great?
The bloody cat and the statue falling over and loosing its head.

We have gotten the hint of someone digging in the flowerbeds in the courtyard. I pray: let this be a red herring. If the body of her half-brother is found there, I will not continue reading.