It just
wasn’t Charlie Felman’s day. Waking from a dream, in cold sweats surrounded by
ghosts, he is relieved to know the worst is over until he discovers a large
bump on his forehead and blood all over his clothes; blood that does not belong
to him.
Seemingly on
the run from Cyrus, a man who authorities are unable to locate any record of,
Charlie has a dickens of a job convincing the police, and his ex-wife Jo, that
he is not losing his marbles and that the bodies that keep showing up in his
wake are Cyrus’ victims not his.
Forcibly
kidnapping Jo, and stuffing her in the trunk of the car probably is not the
easiest way to show his innocence however it is the only way he knows to keep
her safe.
Inspector
Landry has nothing to lose. His body racked with cancer, he only has a short
time left on this earth. He doesn’t believe Charlie’s innocence and drags him
into the woods meaning to take care of him vigilante-style. Not until Cyrus
shows up, also trying to dispatch Charlie, does Landry realize the error he
made and the focus switches to helping each other escape from the claws of the
madmen in order that Christchurch’s latest serial killer can be bought to
justice.
This is a
recent US release of Cleave’s first novel and although it does not involve his
trusty and true detective Theo Tate it does involve the Christchurch police
force and so again Cleave has managed to link together his collection of works
into a malleable group of thrill-a-minute novels that are not to be missed.
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