Back of the Book :
Stephanie is scared for her life. Her psychologist wants to help her face her fears, but Connie Summers will never really understand her. Stephanie’s past has been wiped away for her own protection. Stephanie isn’t even her real name. But then Dr Summers isn’t Connie’s real name either.
And its not all the women have in common. As Stephanie opens up about her trouble relationship with her brother, Connie is forced to confront her own dark family secrets.
When a mutilated body is dumped in plain sight, it will have devastating consequences for both women.
Who is the victim ?
Who is to blame ?
Who is next ?
What I think :
Dr Connie Summers has just opened her own practice, she was working as a psychologist in the prison service. Sometime ago she thought that a prisoner she had been working with, was fit to leave prison, soon after he left prison, days in fact, he offended again, he raped a woman. Needless to say the press got hold of the story and she was made a scape goat. She resigned from her post at the prison and set up a practice on her own. She also changed her surname in a bid to start again.
One of her new patients Stephanie has just recently moved from Manchester. She has a small child, a little boy called Dylan. Stephanie is part of the witness protection scheme as she helped to put a away some dangerous criminals that her ex boyfriend was mixed up with. Stephanie hasn’t really had a very good life, her father was killed in a house fire that her little brother started. Connie really wants to help Stephanie but is she giving her the full picture ?
Connie is soon back in the papers as a body is found outside the very prison she used to work in, it soon transpires that the body is that of the prisoner that she helped to set free and who reoffended. Why has he been murdered and how is Connie linked ?
I must admit when I first started reading this book it did take me a while to get into it. however after wrestling with the first few chapters I really did get into it. What I found confusing was the way that it keeps on jumping from one character to another. Once I’d got used to that I found it to be quite thrilling book.
There are plenty of twists and turns to keep you on your toes. There are some pretty well written characters which seemed pretty believable. Yes I really quite liked this book and give it 8/10.
Published by Avon on Ebook on 05/10/2017 and in Paperback on 14/12/2017. A huge Thank you to Sabah Khan at Avon for the review copy of the book
Here for your reading pleasure is a extract from the book.
Eric Hargreaves’ body looked fake; like a dummy someone had made for Halloween, or one carefully crafted by the special effects teams for TV shows like Silent Witness. His skin appeared pale and waxy until you took in the injuries. They had a purple-red tinge to them. The flaps of flesh hung to the sides of his torso like chunks of meat hanging off a slaughtered pig in a butcher’s shop, exposing his bent ribcage – a structure meant to protect his heart – now broken and useless. The whole scene looked surreal. That was the only thing that enabled Lindsay to distance herself – if she didn’t think of this body as a man, a once living, breathing man, she could get through this. As tough as she considered herself to be, no matter how many times she’d been to the morgue, it was one of her least favourite parts of her job. There was something unnerving about silent, still bodies. And her mind always conjured her dear dad, and unwanted visions of him lying on a slab in this very morgue.
Lindsay took a deep breath and turned to Mack, his height blocking the strip lighting. ‘Wouldn’t you be better sitting?’
‘Hah! No, I like to be able to see right inside, can’t take in all its glory if you’re sat.’
‘As long as you don’t faint. I’m not attempting to catch you if you do.’
‘I’m good. Thanks.’
Harry conducted an external examination, calling out measurements to the path assistant as he travelled around the body. Lindsay noted that Hargreaves had extensive tattoos but her ears pricked when she heard Harry say a few of them appeared to be new.
‘Oh? How new?’
‘I’d say, given the colour of the ink and the absence of swelling or scabbing . . .’ He paused, bending closer to the cadaver. Lindsay felt her upper body move forward, eager for him to carry on. ‘That three of these were acquired post-mortem.’ He looked up, raising his eyebrows in their direction.
‘That’s interesting. So, mutilation through cutting and through tattooing? Why bother with both?’ Lindsay wondered out loud. ‘Can you take pictures of those, please.’
‘Perhaps that wasn’t part of the mutilation,’ Mack said. ‘Could be a message?’
Lindsay’s blood pulsated loudly in her ears. A tingle of excitement travelled the length of her spine; that familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through her.
‘A message for who?’ she asked quietly and the question hung, suspended in the room like oil on water.