Published: May2019 by riverrun
Category: Crime Fiction, Mystery, Police Procedural, Book Review
You Can Run
You Can Hide
You Can Die
The two boys never fitted in.
Seventeen, the worst age, nothing to do but smoke weed; at least they have each other. The day they speed off on a moped with a stolen mobile, they’re ready to celebrate their luck at last. Until their victim comes looking for what’s his – and ready to kill for it.
Two jobless and broke seventeen year old boys, Tap and Sloth, are venturing into a life of crime, cruising on a ‘borrowed’ scooter looking for a likely person they can relieve of their mobile phone to get themselves some cash.
Coming from a lower social class and being bullied at school hasn’t encouraged higher aspirations. After a failed attempt they spy a target and successfully snatch his bag with the mobile phone inside. A seemingly petty crime soon escalates into something else entirely and the consequences are shocking.
Alternating with the story of the two teenage boys is the strange case DS Alex Cupidi is involved in. What looked like a human arm in a state of decomposition has been discovered inside an art exhibit displayed in the Turner Contemporary gallery. Alex and Constable Jill Ferriter are drawn into the pretentious and moneyed art world where bizarre works of art are not unknown. Was this one such? Or something more sinister.
In this third outing for DS Alexandra Cupidi we’re treated to another superb example of crime fiction. William South, Dungeness’ former community policeman and one of my all time favourite characters, returns deeply affected by his time in prison for the manslaughter of his father—the compelling story told in The Birdwatcher. Alex hopes he and her daughter Zoë, now seventeen and going through a difficult phase, can rekindle their shared interest in birdwatching, hopefully helping to keep Zoë out of trouble.
One of the first things Detective Sergeant Alexandra Cupidi had done when she had joined the Kent Serious Crime Directorate was uncover a difficult truth about a fellow police officer, William South, a good man, well liked. At the age of fifteen, South had killed his own father. That his father had been violent and abusive had been taken into account, but South had still lost his job on the Kent police force. The arrest had not made her popular with her colleagues, or her daughter. Arriving here two years ago from London with no friends, young Zoë had worshipped William South, calm and quiet-spoken and so unlike her own mother.