THE NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER.
Detective Darnell died before he closed the case. Can his daughter solve it thirty years later?
It was the murder that shocked the nation. Kate Rokesmith, a young mother, went to the river with her three-year-old son. She never came home.
For three decades the case file has lain, unsolved, in the corner of an attic. Until the detective's daughter Stella, a cleaner who loves restoring order, starts to clear out her father's house after his death...
THE DETECTIVE'S DAUGHTER SERIES:
The Detective's Daughter.
The Detective's Secret.
The House With No Rooms.
The Dog Walker.
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
If you’re all about fast-paced James Patterson-type thrillers then this one’s probably not for you. Dark and gloomy like an English winter, The Detective’s Daughter is a tense read with lots of clever twists and turns, but it takes its time uncovering psychological depths and jumping backwards and forwards between multiple points of view. After a slow start, the story builds—we particularly liked how the heroine Stella comes to reexamine her opinion of her detective father when she’s drawn into solving one of his cold cases.
Stella Darnell, the star of this flawed series debut from Thomson (A Kind of Vanishing), lives under a rigorous self-administered routine, primarily focused on running her London cleaning business, Clean Slate. She's not particularly upset when she learns that her father, Terry, a detective chief superintendent, has died of a heart attack; they had been estranged for years. While clearing out his things, Stella learns that Terry was still keen on finding the person who strangled Kate Rokesmith, a young mother, 30 years earlier in 1981. Despite Stella's original intention to shred the police files he copied, she becomes obsessed with the mystery. Conveniently, Stella finds other connections to the Rokesmith case in her personal and her professional life. In her convincing conversion to dogged sleuth, Stella uses the same intellectual rigor she applies to running her business. Unfortunately, after an impressive opening, the book trails off into contrivance and coincidence. Thomson also overuses foreshadowing, which quickly becomes a tired device.