Performed by Peter Forbes
Published: January 2020 by riverrun
Category: Crime, Thriller, Suspense, Audiobook, Book Review
A silent vow.
A silent life.
A silent death.
Spain, 2020. When ex-pat fugitive Jack Cleland watches his girlfriend die, gunned down in a pursuit involving officer Cristina Sanchez Pradell, he promises to exact his revenge by destroying the policewoman.
A phone call from a concerned neighbour sets in motion a chain of events that results in bloodshed and ruined lives.
Officer Cristina Sanchez Pradell is one of the two officers sent to check out a suspected break in at the villa belonging to an Ian Templeton, whose real identity is Jack Cleland, an ex-pat fugitive who is wanted for drug offences and murder. Things quickly go from bad to worse when Cleland shoots his partner, mistaking her for one of the police officers. It’s only recently his personal life has had some meaning and he blames Christina for taking it all away, unwilling or unable to admit the fault lies with him alone.
Ex Met Police Officer John Mackenzie, newly attached to the National Crime Agency, is tasked with travelling to Spain to escort Cleland back to England to answer the charges against him. Simple. Well, actually no. Cleland escapes and Mackenzie’s trip to Spain is extended indefinitely in order to join the Spanish police in the hunt for Cleland.
As always with Peter May’s books, the characters and the location are exceptionally well devised and described. The two stand out characters for me in A Silent Death are Mackenzie and Cristina’s aunt Ana. Mackenzie, although on the surface a troubled man with marital problems, there’s so much more depth to his personality. It didn’t take long to warm to him, he has a good heart, is highly intelligent and principled although short on people skills which had much to do with his upbringing, his awkwardness and forthrightness both endearing and amusing in turns.
Susan began to find fault with everything he did and said, as if only now noticing how socially ill-adjusted he was, counting up the friends they had lost, the people he had insulted, the senior officers who had promoted him sideways to claw him out of their hair.
His response had been to retreat into himself, sitting up late at night alone in his attic office — when not on shift — immersing himself in study, as if somehow knowledge could fill all the empty spaces he had inside.