What begins as a quiet life is shattered by a single phone call—and from that moment, Frame 37 unfolds like a reel of buried truths, flickering with memory, betrayal, and the slow burn of justice long delayed.
John Dyer, once content in his solitude, is drawn back into the shadows by the death of an old friend. What follows is a globe-spanning pursuit—from Tasmania to Argentina to the cold heart of Michigan—where the past refuses to stay buried and the truth is a moving target. Shakespeare’s prose is taut yet lyrical, his pacing deliberate, like a man circling a wound he’s not yet ready to touch.
This is a thriller with soul. Beneath the political intrigue and the chase lies a deeper meditation on guilt, loyalty, and the cost of silence. Dyer is a compelling figure—haunted, driven, and achingly human. The novel’s title, Frame 37, becomes a metaphor for the elusive moment when everything changes—and the proof we seek may be hiding in plain sight.
A quietly devastating read, perfect for long evenings and thoughtful readers who like their mysteries with a touch of melancholy and moral weight.
My thanks to Nicholas Shakespeare, the publisher and Netgalley for the ARC.