5★
“People think that traumatic events should be laid out like a deck of cards and sorted into suits or four of a kind, because it looks neat and well ordered, but I want to shuffle the deck and deal again. I don’t want ‘closure’, I want a new hand.”
That's Evie Cormac, musing to herself as her therapist probes into her background. VeeJay, as the therapist likes to be called, already knows more than the rest of us. Evie wants to stop talking about it, but I’m pleased that Robotham reveals more of her past and her family.
I heard him say she’s a favourite, but the hardest character he’s ever had to write. I’m not surprised! She’s now twenty-one, but so small that people assume she’s a young teen, which is annoying, especially when it’s Cyrus who treats her like the youngster he fostered until she turned eighteen. Her rebelliousness just adds to the impression.
She has done what he asked and found a job in a bar. How will she get home from work late at night? … Borrow his car … No … Buy a cheap car from a friend … It’ll be a rust-bucket ... I’ll think of something.
“I hate arguing with Cyrus. I hate that he’s older than me and that he thinks he knows everything. I hate how he picks me up on my grammar and my vocabulary, like when I say literally when I mean figuratively (whatever the f*ck that means). I hate how he laughs at me, but not in a cruel way. Cyrus thinks I’m a teenager, but I’m twenty-one, and I could be his equal, if he let me.
‘So where is this bar?’
‘In the Lace Market.’
‘Is it a nice place?’
‘Very classy. They want me to buy a dress.’
Cyrus knows my wardrobe consists of nothing but jeans and sweatshirts and oversized sweaters. It’s another staring contest. Who will blink first?
‘I’ll lend you money for a dress,’ he says. ‘But I want you to go shopping the old-fashioned way. Choose a dress. Try it on. Make sure it suits you.’
This is another test. Part of my therapy is to interact more with people, rather than living like a hermit. He’s challenging me to be ‘normal’, whatever that means.
‘I could come with you,’ he says.”
ASIF!
Cyrus is a forensic psychologist who tries to figure out what kind of people might commit which crimes – like abduct and kill young women. He was set on this path by his schizophrenic older brother, Elias, who slaughtered their parents and twin sisters when Cyrus was a boy, hiding.
Evie knows his history.
“‘I don’t know how you can do this.’
‘What?’
‘Understand why people do horrible things.’
‘Sometimes it’s the only way to stop them.’”
Elias has been ‘put away’ in a psychiatric hospital for the last couple of decades, but now he’s eligible for home visits, maybe weekends, maybe longer. Scary prospect. Medications are good, but . . .
Between worrying about Elias and her new job, Evie finds herself accidentally caught up in Cyrus’s current investigation. That means police and reporters. No pictures, please! She is in hiding, still being hunted by the villains Cyrus rescued her from.
Meanwhile, Cyrus has hired an ex-con, Mitch, to do some yard work and maintenance. Evie is wary of him. Does Cyrus intend to add him to the family?
In spite of her argumentative nature, she does want to please him. She tries to hide her transgressions.
“‘Please don’t tell Cyrus,’ I whisper under my breath, but Mrs Beaumont hears the words.
‘Who is Cyrus?’ she asks.
‘My conscience.’
‘That must be nice.’
‘It’s a pain in the arse.’”
Evie has her own way of deciding whom to trust. The word “lying” in the title could refer to a number of things. Bodies are found lying, people and dogs are seen lying close together for comfort. And then there’s Evie’s unusual ability to tell when someone is lying, a skill Cyrus finds useful in tricky interviews.
But what about the disturbing brother, Elias, who hears voices? Does he know what’s true and does Evie?
Evie and Cyrus narrate different chapters, which makes for a good balance between Evie’s instincts and Cyrus’s professionalism. I like that they’ve been together long enough to know each other’s weak spots, what buttons to push.
“‘What are you going to do with your life?’
‘I’m going to be a professional nihilist.’
‘I’m being serious.’
‘So am I. Worry about your own life.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘You’re single. You have nightmares. Your brother is a nutcase. You lift weights like you want to punish yourself. You’re the shrink who can’t find a cure for what’s wrong with him.’
‘This isn’t about me.’
‘It never is.’”
Whatever “lying” is supposed to mean, I loved the book. Robotham always tells a great story, and I’m glad Evie pestered him to write this one. I hope she keeps nagging.
Thanks to NetGalley and Sphere Publishing for the copy for review (so quotations may have changed).
p.s. You could enjoy this as a stand-alone, because Robotham is good at filling in any necessary gaps, but you'll enjoy it even more if you read the first two.