Where The Truth Lies
A completely gripping crime thriller
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4.1 • 755 Ratings
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Publisher Description
The case was closed. Until people started dying…
DI Thomas Ridpath was on the up in the Manchester CID: a promising detective who captured a notorious serial killer. But ten years later he’s recovering from a serious illness and on the brink of being forced out of the police. Then the murders began, in an uncanny echo of his first case.
As the death count grows, old records, and bodies, go missing. Caught in a turf war between the police and the coroner’s office, Ridpath is in a race against time. A race to save his career, his marriage, and innocent lives.
When a detective disappears everything is on the line. Can Ridpath save his colleague?
A nail-biting crime thriller, perfect for fans of Mark Billingham, Peter James and D. S. Butler.
Customer Reviews
Good
Good reading and exciting
Loved it
Throughly engrossing from the very beginning.
Easy read, if not a memorable one
British novelist who divides his time between Blighty and the Far East. Three series: one is set in 1930s Shanghai, another involving genealogical mysteries. This is a the first instalment of eight (number 9 is coming in early 2023) centred on Detective Inspector Ridpath in contemporary Manchester.
Our boy is back from nine months sick leave. He’s mid-thirties and has been treated at the Christie Hospital (a famous cancer hospital in Manchester) for myeloma with a “new drug” (no mention of marrow transplant), and “given the all clear” (they’re clearly optimists at the Christie) to return to work. His missus isn’t happy. His old boss at CID claims to be pleased to have him back, but seconds him to the coroner’s service to “see how he goes.” The High Court has instructed the coroner to “look into” the case of a guy who has been in prison nine years for murder. An investigative journo, who happens to be the brother of the deceased, reckons the original police investigation was dodgy. Our boy was involved, tangentially, in that he was the patrol cop who collared the murderer (or is he?) after a traffic stop gone wrong back on the day. First things first. Exhume the body and do another autopsy. Oops. No body in the coffin. No paperwork at the funeral directors or the morgue either. Rather than a sinecure in a quiet backwater, the new job soon is a challenge to our boy’s investigational skills, one he embraces, further pissing off the trouble and strife. Meanwhile, more young women turn up dead with a similar M.O. to the original. (Parental advisory: Contains more graphic violence than some might consider necessary.) Yada, yada. Investigation proceeds. Pace increases. Resolution is achieved.
Easy to read but there are plot divots, if not frank holes, aplenty, that stretch plausibility to breaking point as the narrative unfolds. I didn’t care much for many of the characters either. More than enough male chauvinism for most female readers, I imagine.