This thriller is actually the third book in the Lacey Flint series. I’d not read either of the prior books, but this book served well as a stand alone, as long as you accept that the characters have some history that you may not immediately understand.
Be warned; the plot is not for the faint of heart: young boys are being found murdered in London, and the police are on the hunt for a serial killer. The perspective shifts between Barney, a young boy whose friends want to hunt for the killer on their own and Lacey, a detective on extended leave. They live next door to each other, and as Barney’s suspicions about someone closest to him and Lacey’s obsession with following the case grow, they are drawn more deeply into a twisted plot.
Bolton’s writing is addictive, and I told myself, “Just one more page” through several chapters.
5 out of 5 stars.