I See You

by Clare Mackintosh

Hundreds of thousands of you, doing the same thing every day. I see you, but you don’t see me. Until I want you to.

I’m often asked whether I’d write a sequel to I SEE YOU, because (and I don’t think this is a spoiler) the ending isn’t neatly wrapped up. But if you’ve read my other books, you’ll know there’s always an extra twist, or a question in those final pages, so I thought I’d explain why I do that. Life isn’t neat and tidy, particularly when crimes have been committed. The victims – or their families – live with the ramifications of what’s happened; police officers cope with sleepless nights or trauma from the horrors they’ve seen. There’s no ‘the end’ for the perpetrators, either: perhaps they’re adjusting to prison life, or on the run, looking over their shoulder. Perhaps they’re struggling to come to terms with what they’ve done. And, of course, in the case of organised crime, there’s always another member of the gang ready to pick up the reins. Tying everything up too neatly in my thrillers wouldn’t be a true reflection of the world as I know it, from my experience in the police. Also: I do love to make your jaw drop open, just when you think I’ve finished…