Back of the Book :
I disappeared on a Tuesday afternoon. I was there one minute and the next I was gone. They’ve never found my body…
It’s six in the morning during the hottest summer on record when Elizabeth O’Loughlin, out walking her dog, comes across Clare, a victim of a horrific knife attack, clinging onto life at the side of the road.
Clare dies minutes later, but not before whispering her haunting last words to Elizabeth.
When it becomes clear that Clare’s killer has more than one murder on his mind, Elizabeth has to take drastic action or face losing everything.
But what if she can’t stop a killer determined never to be forgotten?
What I think :
On one very hot summers morning, Elizabeth takes her dog, Izzy for a walk. She takes her around this time every morning because it’s just too hot at any other time. As they are strolling along the grass verge near the farmhouse that they live in, Izzy runs off, and starts whining at something on the ground. As Elizabeth gets closer she sees that it’s a woman. She’s got some pretty serious neck/throat wounds, she very barely alive. There is so much blood. Elizabeth stays with the woman whilst the ambulance arrives. It’s then, just as Elizabeth can hear the siren, that the woman whispers ‘Warn Them’ and sadly dies. But who ?
Rachel, Julie and Claire have been friends for over 30 years, since infant school. So when Rachel and Julie hear that it was Claire that a been murdered on the verge by Elizabeth’s farm they just can’t believe it. Rachel goes into survival mode, she must protect her family. Julie just seeks relief at the bottom of a bottle.
Why would anyone want to hurt Clare ?
Why would they murder her so violently ?
Are the remaining two friends in danger ?
It would seem that they all are, Elizabeth is first to receive a bunch of Forget-me-not flowers and an odd note. Flowers that have a personal significance for Elizabeth. Then whilst visiting the site where Clare passed away she notices a bunch of forget-me-nots with a strange rhyme attached and when she gets back home she also receives a bunch as does Julie, both with quite sinister rhymes attached.
Is the murderer trying to tell them something ?
Are they next ?
I loved the start of this book, it has a pretty brilliant prologue that whets your appetite and gets you thinking. I was second guessing most of the way through, trying to work out who it was. This well thought out book keeps you guessing right up until the end. With its excellent twist at the end that I didn’t guess ! ( I did think I was pretty good at getting who-Dun-it as well!)
The book starts off quite slowly building up the pace with loads of twists, plenty of turns and a few red herrings thrown in just to keep you on your toes. It really takes you on a bit of a hairy ride.
Excellent characters that could be the neighbours living up the street. They seemed so real and normal to me !
All in all a hell of a book that I thought was really brilliant. I give this chiller of a novel 9/10 (5 stars)
Published by Avon Books on 30/05/19
As Always the biggest thank you to the very lovely Sabah Khan at Avon Books for the review copy of the book in return for an honest review.
Here for your reading pleasure is a small extract from the book 🙂
Even with every window open, this house is still too warm. It’s only half past five in the morning and I know there will be no reprieve from this heatwave. It didn’t cool more than a few degrees overnight and I’ve not slept properly in days. Izzy looked at me mournfully, big brown eyes, pleading for the chance to run about outside before the heat becomes oppressive. I feel sorry for her – even though she’s shed her winter coat, it’s much too warm for her. Like me, she’s become a virtual prisoner in our home.
We’d changed our walking routine a few weeks before. Setting out early now. Before six. Doing our best to avoid the full heat of the sun, though the temperature didn’t seem to drop much overnight. This heatwave was stronger than any I remembered in my lifetime. Even warmer than 1976. That morning I was tired, though. My bones ached and I felt every one of my sixty-seven years, and then some. Still, I’d be back at home within an hour, I reasoned, and I could spend the rest of my morning doing what I had planned – baking bread for my grandchildren, who were coming here after school. I eyed the bananas on the worktop – brown spots seeming to multiply with every hour that passed. I might even throw a quick banana bread in the oven. With chocolate chips. The children would love that.
I had to leave the dough for the bread to prove for another hour anyway – wrapped in clingfilm in the airing cupboard – so I had no excuse but laziness and the persistent ache in my left arm. It hadn’t been the same since it had been broken eighteen months earlier and was, according to the doctor, unlikely to improve further. I’d just have to work through it.