“You’re either going to walk through life and experience it fully or you’re going to be a voyeur.” – Nicole Kidman
One of my last reads of 2021 was Jane Casey’s “The Burning.” And it was only as I reached the halfway mark, at that point 99% sure that I was to be enthralled right to the finish, that I learned it was the first in the “Maeve Kerrington” series.
And let me say, realizing that I love a story, then later discovering that it’s part of a series is always a thrill for me. And for clarity, I only use the word “thrill” when the second is just as good or better than the first, I mean, you never know, sometimes a series starts strong with the first, then the later stories seem like nothing more than increasingly disappointing duplications of the first. Kind of like a photocopy of a photocopy…what your looking at becomes less well defined, softer on the edges and of lower quality.
Such was not the case with the second in the series, “The Reckoning.”
In this installment, London’s police force is investigating a series of savage murders, the victims of which are sex offenders. To many in the public, this killer is something of a hero, ridding their communities of the worst of the worst, a condition that only makes the work of the police that much harder. Assigned to the case is a veteran detective inspector with a prickly personality that seems to suit what looks to be a thankless and underappreciated investigation.
And that where Maeve Kerrington finds herself, right smack in the middle of.
So, the story was really very captivating, just like the fist in the series. And such was the case with the first, the added bonus was the amazing cast of primary, and secondary characters. It was the presence of these standout characters that helped push this story up from “very good,” to “excellent,” here were just a few:
Mrs. Driscoll, the small, wiry, entertainingly opinionated sexagenarian witness.
Mark Whittaker, the barrister with the Essex twang and the cheeky chappy sort of charm.
The “Brothers Grim,” purveyors of flash mobs, pop-up shops, and galleries, all very popular with the “bright young thing” London set.
Claudia, the tall and wonderful witness, lovely as an Arum Lily.
A chain smoking, recently exhumed granny.
And aside from the characters were a few standout set pieces in this story, my favorite of which was a broken-down rural mansion that seemed to lament on windy days.
Lastly, I always delight in learning new slang and phrases, among the gems in this story were: “Sailing too close to the wind,” “collywobbles,” and most notable, “norks.”
Two winners in a row, happily leaving me no option but to seek out the third.