“There are many ways in which fear can grab your heart and squeeze tight…” S.J. (Sharon) Bolton admirers who were seized by her first Lacey Flint novel, Now You See Me, will likely be captured again in her e-novella, If Snow Hadn’t Fallen.
Just weeks after the conclusion of the terrifying Jack the Ripper copycat case, Lacey Flint finds herself smack-dab in the middle of a horrifying murder. While off-duty, Lacey witnesses a cruel murder in a park near her home as a man is surrounded and burned alive. Now, as she disregards expected police procedures to insert herself into the investigation, she is both perplexed and haunted by questions she cannot answer. A mysterious “woman in black” appears and disappears at the sight of the crime – now you see me; now you don’t. Who, what, why, and how does this person connect to the victim? Something itches at the back of her mind. There is something that her brain can’t quite form into memory. Despite what she cannot remember, Lacey is in danger too.
Ms. Bolton graphically orchestrates a horrendous crime to which there are few clues. As the story progresses, the cold, the damp, the dark, and the snow of London’s Christmas season combine with the pervading gloom of hatred to cast a foreboding shadow. Tension builds … “but few, I think, can beat the experience of starting out scared, finding the courage to face your fear, and then realizing that what you are up against isn’t fear but mind-numbing terror.”
While the conclusion was not entirely to my liking, it seemed to be the most realistic and plausible one. I was not one hundred percent certain, but I guessed the identity of the shady figure and the motive for the brutal killing of the Pakistani Muslim doctor. It is a wrinkle than many will not expect, but if you pay attention, there is a clue.
I would strongly recommend that anyone considering this novella read Now You See Me first, because there are many references to that book in this story, and is quite helpful to know Lacey Flint’s background here. Having read the novel some time ago, my memory was a bit fuzzy on the details, and I found myself wishing that Ms. Bolton had included a just bit more history.
In a world where hate makes headlines every day, wouldn’t it be nice if it were only fiction? “They say that snow covers everything that is mean and sordid and ugly in the world and I guess that’s true…But beneath the carpet of white, the ugliness remains, and the snow will melt and there’ll come a day when it’s visible again. At least, that’s what we have to hope.”
If Snow Hadn’t Fallen is packed with tension, and I daresay I could smell petrol (gasoline) and feel my heart hammering in my chest. If Snow Hadn’t Fallen is excellent fiction indeed.
4-1/2 stars