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Excuse me a minute while I pick my dropped lower jaw up off the floor and re-attach it to my face. Holy freaking moly, what have I just read??
Ben, his wife Laura and daughter Milly thought that all they had to look forward to that night was a departure from the airport for a long-awaited holiday. Ben thought he was doing the safe thing by taking back roads to the airport, to avoid the risk of getting caught up in a motorway delay. But a man in a high-vis jacket diverts him onto a country lane, claiming that there is a fallen tree ahead.
Next thing, Ben comes across an unlit coach, blocking the road. All the passengers on board are gagged and tied to their seats ...
Then a discarded phone rings. And the abductor's sick and twisted games start ...
So begins my first book by Stuart James, which continues just as it started. It's fast-paced, tense and never lets up.
There were two aspects to this book that really stood out for me. First, the writing is wonderfully atmospheric. I could sense the total darkness, feel the stress, smell the fear of each character and breath the damp of the derelict cottage in which some parts of the story take place. And secondly, the back stories of multiple different characters are so cleverly woven together that the whole story is ... well, I hesitate to use the word believable. But only because, even though I read the book and felt like I was watching each event unfold, I don't really want to believe that such a sequence of things could actually happen.
I only really had one slight problem. At eight-tenths in, I wasn't quite as scared as I had been half-expecting that I would be. Oh, for sure I was gripped, hooked, thrilled. I'd go so far as to say tense. I absolutely didn't want to put the book down. I was compelled to read one more chapter, and then another. But, even though it's not really the same genre of book, I found myself thinking back to reading the astonishing The Last Thing to Burn by Will Dean, where I turned each page with baited breath, terrified of what I might read next. I didn't do that here. And, whilst I acknowledge that this is entirely a personal thing, it's for that reason alone that this book drops maybe half a star from a maximum.
That ending, though. Wow. I'm gasping all over again as I think about it. Actually, I'm going to have to stop now, because I can feel my jaw dropping all over again ...