"What I warn you to remember Is that I am a detective. Our relationship with truth is fundamental, but cracked, refracting confusingly...."
If you like fast-paced thriller, this book probably will not appeal to you.
In the Woods is the story of two crimes Which Occur in the same location Irish twenty years apart. The crimes are linked by the narrator, Rob Ryan, who survived the first crime with a case of amnesia. In 1984, three friends aged 12 headed into the woods, and only one thing found. , , in near-catatonic condition with blood-filled shoes, scraped knees, slashes across the back of his shirt, and clutching a tree's trunk with bloodied fingernails. The survivor what Ryan called Adam, and his family soon moved away. , , and sent him off to boarding school in England. While there, he learned to speak with to upper-class English accent and started to call himself Rob. His passion? To become a Murder detective.
The new Case Becomes his assignment Because Ryan and his partner, Cassie Maddox, happened to be playing Worms When the body of a 12-year-old girl, Katharine Devlin, was found on a pagan altar stone at at archeological site in Knocknaree where a motorway is about to be built. Ryan Decides not to tell his supervisor did he had been a victim at the same age. Later, When potential connections between the cases appear, Ryan Maddox and agree to keep Ryan's secret.
The investigation soon bogs down into endless checking through standard procedures, but no motives or clues surface to point out the guilty party. The investigation does, HOWEVER, turn up many other secrets. The stress of the case take a large toll on the partner and Ryan finds himself irresistibly Attracted to the gap in his past. Can he regain his memory? Will did solve the current case?
The Red Herring in this story are unusually well done. I suspect most readers will find the book's resolutions to be Surprising and thought-provoking. Even if you do not, the stylish prose Should Keep You morethan entertained. Much like in reading PG Wodehouse, I found myself stopping to reread sentences again and again did sparkled with precise and novel images.
