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By Simon Beckett

The deliciously unnerving and claustrophobically compelling new mental mystery by means of the No.1 the world over bestselling writer of The Chemistry of Death.
     'Somebody!' I half-sob after which, extra quietly, 'Please.' The phrases appear absorbed via the afternoon warmth, misplaced among the timber. of their aftermath, the silence descends back. i do know then that i am not likely anywhere...
     Sean is at the run. we do not recognize why and we do not recognize from whom, yet we do understand he is deserted his battered, blood-stained vehicle in the midst of an remoted a part of rural France on the peak of a sweltering summer season. wanting to keep away from the police, he is taking to the parched fields and state lanes yet his leg is stuck in a vicious animal catch. close to subconscious from soreness and lack of blood, he's freed and brought in via ladies -- daughters of the landlord of a rundown neighborhood farm with its ramshackle barn, blighted winery and the brooding lake. And it is then that Sean's difficulties relatively start... This nail-shredder of a mystery -- just like the fiction of Nicci French or Gillian Flynn -- holds you from the start, tightening its grip because the tale unfurls and shocks you with its ultimate twist.

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The reek of oil and turpentine, for thus lengthy the scent I’ve linked to the small flat, has light until eventually it’s slightly obvious. i believe her stir beside me. ‘Do you ever take into consideration demise? ’ she asks. 2 THERE’S an eye fixed staring down at me. It’s black yet clouded on the centre by way of a cataract, a gray fog hung with darkish shapes. a sequence of traces opened up from it like ripples. sooner or later they unravel into the graining on a bit of wooden. the attention turns into a knot, the fog a spider’s net stretched over it like a dusty blanket. It’s plagued by the husks of long-dead bugs. No signal of the spider, although. I don’t know the way lengthy I stare up at it ahead of I realize it as a wood beam, tough and darkish with age. someday after that I become aware of I’m unsleeping. I don’t suppose any compulsion to maneuver; I’m hot and comfy, and for the instant that’s adequate. My brain is empty, content material to stare up on the spider’s internet above me. yet once i believe that it’s not precise. With awareness come questions and a flurry of panic: who, what, whilst? the place? I elevate my head and go searching. I’m mendacity in mattress, in a spot I don’t realize. It isn’t a medical institution or a police mobile. sun angles in via a unmarried small window. The beam I’ve been observing is a rafter, a part of a triangular wood ribcage that extends to the ground at each side. Slivers of sunlight glint via gaps within the overlapping shingles of the roof. A loft, then. a few form of barn, through the glance of it. It’s lengthy, with naked floorboards and gables at both finish, one in every of which my mattress is driven opposed to. Junk and furnishings, such a lot of it damaged, is stacked opposed to the unplastered stone partitions. There’s a musty odor that speaks of age, outdated wooden and stone. It’s sizzling, notwithstanding no longer uncomfortably so. the sunshine coming throughout the dusty glass has a clean, early caliber. I’m nonetheless donning my watch, which tells me that it’s seven o’clock. as though to verify that it’s morning the hoarse crowing of a cockerel sounds from someplace open air. I’ve no thought the place i'm or what I’m doing right here. Then I circulation and the surprising discomfort on the finish of my leg offers a good jolt to my momentary reminiscence. I throw again the sheet that covers me and spot with aid that my foot remains to be there. It’s certain in a white bandage, from which the guidelines of my ft poke like radishes. I supply them a tentative wiggle. It hurts, yet now not approximately a lot as prior to. It’s purely then I detect that I’m bare. My denims and T-shirt are at the again of a wood chair subsequent to the mattress. They’ve been folded and glance freshly washed. My boots are at the floorboards subsequent to them, and an test has been made to scrub the broken one. however the leather-based is darkened with bloodstains, and the rips from the trap’s tooth are past fix. reducing the sheet, i attempt to remember what occurred among my stepping within the seize and waking right here. There’s not anything, yet now different thoughts are featuring themselves. stuck within the wooden, hitch-hiking and leaving behind the automobile. after which I take into accout the occasions that ended in me being right here within the first position.

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