Gwen Moffat lives in Cumbria. Her novels are set in remote communities ranging from the Hebrides to the American West. The crimes fit their environment, swelling that dreadful record of sin in the smiling countryside cited by Sherlock Holmes.
Anna McLean,
comfortably married to a wealthy lawyer, with two cherished daughters and a
state-of-the-art home, is about to start the school run when she opens her
front door to Estelle, her best friend, packed and about to leave for Portugal
with Anna’s husband and the girls. This is ultimate eviction - and without
warning.
Bereft, traumatized,
suicidal, Anna seeks solace in a familiar passion: podcasts featuring true
crime, the current case being the sinking of a yacht and the deaths of the
master and his two teenage children, all drowned in a sealed cabin. Foul play
is obvious and Amila, the chef, is charged with murder although when the boat
exploded she was on a plane bound for Lyon. In fact, no one else was aboard other
than the ghost of a young boy.
Slumped in her own hall, contemplating
suicide, surrounded by the debris of her attack on her husband’s mistress, Anna is faintly distracted by the
awareness that the drowned man was an old friend. As she grieves for this new
loss and his beautiful children (pictures on her phone), Estelle’s husband comes
to the door. Fin is another lost and bewildered soul: a celebrated musician -
heroin junkie, anorexic and Vegan.
Fin fastens on Anna and
clings like a limpet to a rock despite her furious foul-mouthed abuse. For Anna
has found her mission and her motivation is convoluted, as is the plot of this
sophisticated novel. Three threads are to fuse: a marriage breaks up and
custody of the children is at stake; another family is murdered at sea; and the
clincher: Anna has been leading a spurious life under an assumed name for
years, on the run from killers after some catastrophic episode in her past.
The sinking of the
yacht is the catalyst. With Amila, the alleged perpetrator, convicted and imprisoned,
media attention shifts to Leon, the dead father: a louche charismatic East End
boy, an entrepreneur fallen on good times in marrying Gretchen, a rich and
powerful German with global interests –
the same woman behind the mysterious threats
to Anna.
It was when she was in
flight from her pursuers a decade ago that Anna met Leon. Investigating his
past leads the press to this old connection
and she goes on the run again but this time with Fin, and with the
determination to clear Leon’s name as rumours proliferate that, bankrupt, he killed his children and committed suicide.
But Anna is convinced that it was his
wife, the unspeakable Gretchen, who sent her PA, an even more formidable Rottweiler,
to blow up the yacht. (But how did she get on and off the boat – and what part
did the ghost play?)
Questions outnumber
suppositions. It’s all there, in detail, as is the life history of the
principle characters, the ambience and the colour (carefully observed) of the
locations on Anna and Fin’s flight, not always one step ahead of their pursuers,
from the Highlands to France to Venice and back again. They bicker
continuously, drink copiously, the while they beaver away on the internet: searching for proof of Gretchen’s involvement
in the murders, stalked by her heavies. These last are members of not one but two Balkan and Russian Mafia, murderously and mutually opposed. Fin and Anna
are both targets and victims caught in the crossfire.
On the surface a fiendishly
intricate plot but basically a progress from the depths of despair through
terror and hatred to conviction and some kind of redemption. It makes an interesting
journey and an absorbing and exciting read.