“Twelve-year-old Steven Lamb digs holes on Exmoor, hoping to find a body. Every day after school, while his classmates swap football stickers, Steven goes digging to lay to rest the ghost of the uncle he never knew, who disappeared aged eleven and is assumed to have fallen victim to the notorious serial killer Arnold Avery.
Only Steven’s Nan is not convinced her son is dead. She still waits for him to come home, standing bitter guard at the front window while her family fragments around her. Steven is determined to heal the widening cracks between them before it’s too late. And if that means presenting his grandmother with the bones of her murdered son, he’ll do it.
So the boy takes the next logical step, carefully crafting a letter to Arnold Avery in prison. And there begins a dangerous cat-and-mouse game between a desperate child and a bored serial killer . . .”
This isn’t my first Belinda Bauer novel. I read ‘Rubbernecker’ a while ago and whilst I did enjoy it, I couldn’t quite understand the hype (saying that, I tend to enjoy hyped up books but can’t quite understand why they are so hyped up…maybe it’s just me!!). However I think this, Belinda’s first novel, is head and shoulders above Rubbernecker.
It’s dark. It’s a game of cat and mouse where all you want the mouse to do is put down his blinking pen, run and hide! All Steven wants to do (in a beautifully selfless grown up way) is make his Nan happy so he comes up with a plan to change everything. Unfortunately that plan involves a serial killer….of children.
The book is set on Exmoor with a little bit of Dartmoor thrown in for good measure (why have one moor when you can have two?!). Beautifully written and very atmospheric. Arnold Avery is the epitome of evil. Enjoyable read and recommended.
Four out of five stars.
“Her eyes are wide open. Her lips parted as if to speak. Her dead body frozen in the ice…She is not the only one.
“Journalist Noel Baker is no stranger to reporting horrific and gruesome crimes.
“Lucie Henebelle, single mother and beleaguered detective, has just about enough on her plate when she receives a phone call from an ex-lover. Lucie’s old friend has developed a case of hysterical blindness after watching a mysterious film from the 1950s.
had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney – that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water. No one apart from us, that is. I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn’t stay hidden for ever, no matter how much I wanted it to. No matter how hard I tried to forget . . .”