A noise escaped her lips again; something between a whine and a prayer for mercy. She hoped they’d all come out of it alive, but if there could only be one survivor, she wanted it to be her…anyone would feel the same. Not everyone would admit it.
Reconstruction, a standalone novel, penned prior to the author’s “Slow Horses” series, opens with a long-distance truck driver in a layby outside Oxford, noticing the arrival of a car with two men, a third figure on foot approaching. The two men get out and the third makes a run for it, when suddenly a 4WD hits the taller of the two – a gun goes missing.
The figure on foot sets out for a nursery school, taking the early arrivals hostage – Judy, the irascible cleaning lady, Eliot, a father with twin boys, and Louise, one of the teachers who, after a career in banking and an unsatisfactory affair with her boss, has returned to teaching. Their captor is foreign national, Jaime Segura, a sometime lover of Milo Weiss – an MI6 forensic accountant missing for several weeks – along with a large amount of money. The men in pursuit are MI6 “dogs” – Bad Sam Chapman and Neil Ashton.
(Bad Sam) lit up while waiting for the woodentop on duty to locate someone who understood the game’s rules: that a spook was a picture card, while a local plod was a two.
Fearing of his life, Segura asks the police negotiator for MI6 accountant, Ben Whistler, the only man Milo Weiss told him to trust. With Ben Whistler inside the nursery school with a bugged mobile phone, the narrative switches between the hostages, gunman and unlikely hero, the Oxford police operations, including a marksman, a media circus clambering for a news bite and dispensing theories and rehashing old-news items instead. Don’t forget the fox – an image burned in Louise’s mind. Then there’s the machinations behind the scenes at MI6.
“What we really don’t need,” Barrowby went on, “is for anyone to point the finger at our own accounting systems. It’s one thing being made to carry the can for a misguided war. It would quite another if we’re caught robbing the corpse afterwards.”
About 80% of the book takes place across a single morning, with a lot of people waiting around. The exception is Bad Sam Chapman, recalled to Vauxhall Cross, his instincts telling him that the nursery school was not chosen at random, and he tries to find out all he can while the hostage situation reaches its inevitable and sad conclusion.
I read this one over several days, author Mick Herron beguiling with hints and lulling readers with phrases – minor characters playing their part only to disappear within pages. Only later that same day, with the scene moved to London, that the real story emerges.
Verdict: a masterpiece of misdirection.