There's no doubt I love a good domestic thriller and this one sure did not disappoint! It had me turning pages from the very start and I had a tough time putting it down. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on and I was suspicious about all the characters at one point or another.
There was also so much suspense in this novel and the chapters where the reader doesn't know who the narrator is were the best! The dark atmosphere and all the twists in the story were all perfectly written and will surely leave you breathless as you try and turn the pages as fast as you can so you know how the story unfolds. I don't want to say too much but if you're a fan of thrillers, this one will definitely be a favorite! This title is available now!
Thank you to HBG Canada for my gifted copy.
My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Here's a quick synopsis:
Local police have announced that they're closing the investigation of the suspected drowning of 37-year-old painter Colleen Westcott. She disappeared on April 11, 2010, and her car was found parked near the waterfront in Cleveland two days later, but her body has never been found. The chief of police has stated that no concrete evidence of foul play has been discovered in the probe.
I close the online search window, annoyed. These articles never have enough detail. They think my husband's first wife disappeared or they think she is dead. There's a big difference.
My phone rings, jarring me away from my thoughts, and when I pick it up, it's an unknown number. The only answer to my slightly breathless hello is empty static.
When the voice does finally come, it's female, low, muffled somehow. "Where is it, Claire? What did you do with it? Tell me where it is."
A woman. A real flesh-and-blood woman on the other end of the phone. She's not just in my head.
I close the online search window, annoyed. These articles never have enough detail. They think my husband's first wife disappeared or they think she is dead. There's a big difference.
My phone rings, jarring me away from my thoughts, and when I pick it up, it's an unknown number. The only answer to my slightly breathless hello is empty static.
When the voice does finally come, it's female, low, muffled somehow. "Where is it, Claire? What did you do with it? Tell me where it is."
A woman. A real flesh-and-blood woman on the other end of the phone. She's not just in my head.
A wave of panic spreads under my skin like ice water. It's Colleen. (Reference : Goodreads)
Happy reading,
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