
Cards on the table. About five minutes in, I decided I didn’t want to like this thriller. Why? Because it began with my absolute pet hate, jumbled time frames. When I see chapter headings ‘..one week earlier…..twenty four hours later …… twenty four hours earlier..’ I get irritated beyond measure. Just tell the story, please! I am pleased to say, though, that after a few pages of darting back and forth, the narrative settled down, and I was drawn into a gripping story.
We are in Long Island, and Hampstead County PD cop Casey Wray’s badge is still – just – in place after a corruption scandal that rocked the department. Her hopes of being appointed Lieutenant (to replace a casualty of the purge) have come to nothing, and her new boss Lieutenant Dunmore doesn’t exactly exude affection. Wray has no time for grudge-nursing, however, as she is knee deep in a double homicide. One of the victims – Landon Whitlock – was a generous donor to local Democrat Party funds, and the movers and fixers at City Hall are on her back for a quick result. Next day, though, there is another murder. This being America it is, naturally, another gun crime.
I did have an irreverent thought at this point. Don’t they have knives or machetes in the States? Here in Britain we are plagued by murders committed with blades. The answer is pretty obvious, I suppose, and it is that literally anyone here – including teenagers – can get hold of a potentially fatal blade. Likewise, anyone in America can get their hands on a gun, whether it is their own or belonging to their parents. I have a firearms permits, and controls are pretty strict, especially for rifles (as opposed to shotguns). As for handguns, they are not available – except to criminals. One of my sons lives in USA, and shoots. I asked him how he buys his ammunition and, after giving me a quizzical look, he said, “Online, of course – the postie just puts the package in the mailbox’
I digress, so back to the story, and the new murder. The victim is a woman called Lori Goff. and the immediate suspect is Adam Ryker, her boyfriend, and what we Brits would call ‘a nasty piece of work’. He is a deeply unpleasant and narcissistic womaniser. When the murder weapon is found buried in his back yard, the search for him intensifies. He is found. Beside a hiking trail near Pine Barrens. As dead as can be. A single gunshot wound to the temple, a revolver clasped in his hand. This is just over half way through the book, so any crime reader worth his or her salt will immediately suspect that this is not the remorseful suicide it appears to be.
In many ways, Casey Wray is a classic ‘outsider cop’ beloved of many a CriFi writer. She ticks most of the boxes.
Unlucky in love √
Lives alone √
Ruthlessly honest √
Has a challenging relationship with her superiors √
Privately vulnerable √
As she digs deeper into the complex lives of Landon Whitlock and his abrasive wife Darcy, Wray is innocently oblivious of the storm that is about to engulf her. The killings are the fruits of a poisonous plant that has its roots deep in Long Island politics and, although Wray – at least on paper – solves the mystery, the book ends with her clinging to a metaphorical alpine ledge, with an avalanche about to engulf her. This isn’t a typical slick American thriller, as I believe the author is British, but it has pace, complexity and a beguiling number of red herrings. Shatter Creek is published by Orenda Books and will be available on 22nd May.


