A story of evil, greed and the consequences of dark obsession.
Twenty-five million dollars in cartel gold lies hidden beneath a mansion on the Miami Beach waterfront. Ruthless men have tracked it for years.
Cari Mora, caretaker of the house, has escaped the violence of her native country.
Beautiful and marked by war, she catches the eye of Hans-Peter Schneider, the insatiably violent leader of the group of men looking for the gold.
But Cari has surprising skills, and her will to survive has been tested before…
‘Tantalising and engaging’
‘Expertly delivered and fast-paced.’
‘A supreme thriller.'
‘Like running a slow hand down cold silk.’
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
Thomas Harris—the twisted genius who gave the world The Silence of the Lambs and its powerhouse protagonist, Clarice Starling—returns with another gasp-inducing thriller starring an unlikely heroine. Cari Mora, an immigrant housekeeper in Miami, is doing her best to keep a low profile, but that changes when a sickeningly amoral contractor discovers a trove of cartel cash hidden in the house Cari manages. It turns out that this formidable survivor can really hold her own…even when facing an evil adversary who’ll stop at nothing. Harris’ first book in more than a decade proves that he’s a true master of the cat-and-mouse game.
In his first novel not centered on Hannibal Lecter in 44 years, bestseller Harris (The Silence of the Lambs) unveils a new villain, killer Hans-Peter Schneider, who rents a house in Miami Beach, Fla., that once belonged to Colombian drug kingpin Pablo Escobar in order to find the gold hidden beneath it. Cari Mora, a beautiful woman who survived a childhood as a conscript in FARC, the Colombian guerilla army, is the home's caretaker, and Schneider, to whom the "sound of a woman crying is... music" and who uses a liquid cremation machine to dispose of his prey, immediately regards her as a potential victim. When Schneider and Mora first meet, she catches a "whiff of brimstone off him." Few surprises mark the ensuing duel between the misogynistic sadist and the femme fatale, who learned certain skills from FARC that come in handy in their predictable showdown. The absence of Harris's usual superior storytelling will dismay fans, but the main problem is that Schneider doesn't come close to matching Lecter as a memorable monster. One can only hope for a return to form next time. Agent: Morton Janklow, Janklow & Nesbit Assoc. (May
Was expecting something better
Totally lacking conviction
Where to start... This book feels like TH felt the need to write another book. Not because he really wanted to, but because he felt he HAD to. Hardly ever have I read a book that felt so forced out, so uncomfortable, so disconnected. It lacks conviction, through and through, and nothing of the great vibe of TH’s previous outstanding and precious work shines through. I felt a sense of unease about TH in it, almost like he didn’t really enjoy writing it, let alone reading it. So sad, really. Sir, with all due, please stick to cooking from now on. Thank you.