Published: January 2018 by Quercus
Category: Murder, Mystery, Psychological, Book Review
Late one night a man walks into the luxurious home of disgraced banker Harry McNamara and his wife Julie. The man launches an unspeakably brutal attack on Harry as a horror-struck Julie watches, frozen by fear.
Told from the perspectives of Julie, JP Carney and the investigating officer, DS Alice Moody, The Confession takes a totally different slant on a psychological thriller. From the dramatic and compelling prologue, set in the present, we know the identity of the murderer immediately. The mystery is why. What prompted the attack? What was the perpetrator’s’s motive?
Disgraced bank owner Harry McNamara, just recently acquitted of financial fraud, and his wife Julie are watching TV when a man walks into their house wielding a golf club. A brutal attack takes place in front of a shocked and horrified Julie, who is unable to do anything until the attacker flees. An hour later JP Carney walks into the police station and confesses to the assault, claiming he didn’t know what made him attack someone he didn’t know.
The events that lead up to JP Carney’s seemingly unprovoked attack are revealed slowly and thoroughly as a picture builds through the multi layered backstories of Julie, Harry and Carney, alternating between past and present. There are no obvious links between JP and Harry and as JP is unable to explain why he committed such an indiscriminate act of violence, he’s placed in secure facility.
Julie first met Harry McNamara at a college ball in her third year.
Harry called out to me through a circle of people, all gathered around him, the centre of their universe. He was leaning casually against the wall of the provost’s garden, holding court. His bow tie hung open around his neck and a cigar stuck out of the side of his mouth. He was, without exception, the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He was so un-Irish looking. Thick, wavy brown hair framed a tanned, sculpted face, and his tux was expensive – perfectly tailored, the way a man should wear a suit. And tight fitting enough for me to see he had the toned and muscular body of an athlete.
But his smile – oh, his smile was the clincher.