5★
“it’s strange the things that occur to you at times like this. I suddenly remember a line my father used to quote to me whenever I was in trouble: ‘Don’t say anything unless you can improve on the silence.’”
And he was in trouble. Joe O’Loughlin is a psychologist who keeps trying to explain to the police why he’s been turning up in the wrong place at the wrong time. And why people who have an association with him are turning up dead.
Detective Inspector Ruiz is considering Joe as ‘the suspect’ in a murder case, and with good reason. He knew the victim, had a possible motive, and won’t give an alibi. He has also been newly diagnosed with Parkinson’s and is not his usual self. Irascible is a good word.
The book opens with Joe freezing on a high, slippery, slate roof, trying to talk down a young fellow with a brain tumour who is all set to jump on this, his 17th birthday. Won’t talk, won’t look at Joe, won’t acknowledge he’s there. Joe is frankly terrified.
Welcome to Joe’s world! Every day brings a possible new disaster.
He has an unlikely wife: “We were always an odd couple. . . Julianne didn’t go to parties – they came to her.”
And they have a funny, cheerful 8-year-old daughter, Charlie, whom they both adore, and are trying (with no luck) for another child. Now he feels stricken (the Parkinson’s) and overwhelmed.
He talks about his family and his beloved old auntie, who was a recluse, and he mentions a few clients. I’m sure his physical characteristics were described, but what I remember is a very strong sense of who this man is and why he keeps digging himself in deeper instead of listening to his father’s advice. After all, words (and listening to words) are his stock in trade.
Ruiz, the detective inspector, has scant regard for psychologists.
“Do you know what I think? A man gets attacked and he’s lying bleeding on the road. Two psychologists pass by and one says to the other, ‘Let’s go and find the person who did this – he needs help.’ His smile doesn’t reach his eyes.”
Ruiz is a cranky bugger, trying to give up smoking, and he sometimes engages in chit-chat with O’Loughlin, but it often seems he’s just trying to trip him up. They do play a bit of cat and mouse, since both are in the business of winkling bits of information out of people who would rather keep it to themselves.
“I know that I’m being semantic, but judging by the way people moralise and jump to conclusions, anyone would think that the truth is real and solid; that it’s something that can be picked up and passed around, weighed and measured, before being agreed upon.
But the truth isn’t like that. If I were to tell you this story tomorrow, it would be different than today. I would have filtered the details through my defences and rationalised my actions. Truth is a matter of semantics, whether we like it or not.”
Nobody knows what to believe, although Ruiz is pretty sure Joe is to blame. The bodies pile up, Joe’s alibis for where he is and what he’s been doing get weaker, and before he knows it, he’s in trouble on the home front.
Shakier and more miserable than ever, he turns to his oldest friend. They were side by side in the hospital when they were born. You don’t get much older than that! But he’s a bit of a womaniser and a rake – not a particularly good influence, all things considered. That doesn’t go quite as Joe had expected.
Could he have acted differently? Should he have seen the warning signs? Has he been fooled?
Loved it! Hard to believe it was a debut, it was so accomplished and polished.
No complaints at all and no suggestions for improvement. I had already read #6 in the series and liked it enough to go back and start at the beginning – glad I did. On to the rest!