We are not at home to Mr. F__k Up

I am currently reading Stuart MacBride's second outing - "Dying Light" - with detective Logan McRae who has been moved to DI Steel's squad. The group of misfits and screw-ups are led by one of their own ilk and every morning on completion of the daily meeting the entire squad chants together "We are not at home to Mr. F__k Up". Can't say that it seems to help, but I hope someone makes a movie or TV version so I can hear the squad cheer. The Aberdeen police with their cast of fictional characters makes a good detective novel fun to read.
Giles Blunt's fourth book about John Cardinal in the backwoods of Canada - "The Fields of Grief" - was one of the best of the four; but it doesn't have the comic relief of the special squad. Cardinal's wife is the target of the latest homicide and the story winds it way to the end in an interesting fashion.
One of my Christmas presents was "On the Run" by Iris Johansen. I've commented on her books earlier and can just restate the obvious, bubble-gum for the mind - but some days I just need that relief. Basic plot is trying to get awqy from the impossible and naturally working it all out by almost superhuman powers.
Another "filler" book was "The Inspector's Daughter" by Alanna Knight. Part of a series about Rose McQuinn, set in the very late 1800's . I don't remember a lot of the plot and probably will not return to this author, but it provided short term entertainment.