Will Trent’s wife is dead! Well, she must be…
Karin Slaughter’s police thrillers usually centre on the pathologist, Dr Sara Linton, but this pins her boyfriend and his wife to the board under the microscope. Will Trent would like to say “ex-wife” but this companion from a tortured and abused childhood is as much part of him as a gallbladder. Something it would take major surgery to remove, and that she won’t allow. She stalks Sara, laughing at the paranoia that she engenders and the strain it puts on both Will and Sara.
Basically, this is Angie’s story. She is both ruthless and competent, usually on the wrong side of the law, leaking gall wherever she goes. We follow an involved heart-pounding week prior to her blood-letting showdown.
What is it that Will feels when a dead man crime-scene is covered with too much of Angie’s rare blood type for her to have survived? Logically, she is dead. Gut-feel, she is not.
This is another humdinger from the pen of a master-of-the-art of tense crime fiction. There is no let-up and the twists put a corkscrew to shame.
Looking for any discernable flaws, I thought: too much unnecessary detail – so what if the car’s damned gearbox needed topping up? But, ah-ha, even that little chicken came home to roost.
Thanks to Dominique Le Grange [firstname.lastname@example.org] for this review copy from Penguin Random House, South Africa.