Published: March 1, 2010
Armed men invade a family home, shouting for a man nobody’s heard of. As DS Morrow tries to uncover one family’s secrets, she must protect her own.
First of all a very short blurb that does nothing to make you want to read this book. Sad.
It might have been a routine home invasion. Two men in balaclavas, backed up by a third waiting in the car, push their way into a house, demand to speak to Bob, shoot a family member in the hand and, when they see Bob’s not there, leave with the head of the family, for whose safe return they demand two million pounds as “payback. For Afghanistan.” Only the details don’t make any sense.
Ugandan-born shopkeeper Aamir Anwar and his family apparently have nothing to do with Afghanistan, with anyone named Bob, or with the remotest likelihood of assembling such a staggering ransom. When Strathclyde CID gets the case, it goes not to DS Alex Morrow, who’s next in line as lead detective, but to her despised rival, DS Grant Bannerman, who shunts Alex into meaningless busywork and ignores the all-important lead she hands him. The heroine’s home life, if you can call it that, is as dispiriting as her professional life. She dreads heading home to the husband who tells her, “I hate who you make me.” They have lost a child and it has caused a rift between them.
Only a few days pass over the course of this book, and despite its grim beginnings, the violence is kept to a minimum. The author’s attention is instead focused on who these people are, and how they ended up clashing in a middle-class suburb.
There is little suspense and less mystery but a great read and I can’t wait to read more in this series.