Was Nerine Tarrant accidentally killed or murdered outright? Because she was a slag of the 1st order, there is no end of suspects. This should be an interesting trip for Thanet and Lineham to find the killer. (finished today 05/11/2018) - This was a story which proves that the opposite of love is NOT hate, but selfishness and the chaos that selfishness leaves in its wake, tearing apart people's lives, shattering their optimistic views of the world around them. The ending to this book was, in my opinion, draw dropping, but upon further reflection, not surprising.
Nerrine Tarrant lay sprawled on her back on the wide stone terrace, limbs splayed, neck at an unnatural angle, feet pointing away from the house. She must have been in her early thirties, Thanet thought, and even now, in death, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen: classic oval face, high cheekbones, and a Dallas-style tumble of long dark expensive curls. Already, in mid-June, her skin was tanned to a rich honey (sunbed? he wondered), and her simple linen dress the colour of an unripe lemon enhanced the slim youthful body, the long shapely legs. A second closer look told him that he had underestimated her age. The faintest lines at the corners of eyes and mouth reminded him that Damon Tarrant, aged eighteen, was her son. Late thirties, then, he decided. But exceedingly well preserved. He would guess that a great deal of money had been spent on maintaining that youthful facade. And to what end? To die only half-way through her allotted span in the garden of her own home on this tranquil June evening.
This may be the paramount reason as to what drives Thanet to seek justice for even unsavory victims - when Thanet went to ask the victim's husband follow up questions about his movements on the day of the murder "We are not suggesting anything, sir. Merely asking. As we must, however unpleasant the task may be." "Unpleasant!" {barked Tarrant} "Yes," said Thanet, more quietly. "Unpleasant, Mr. Tarrant. There is no pleasure, believe me, in appearing to harass people who are already suffering, as you are...But it has to be done, whether we like it or not. Your wife is dead, and if she was killed we have to try to find out who did it, you must see that." "What's the point? It won't bring her back." Mr. Tarrant, you are a surgeon. Your whole working life is dedicated to saving life, isn't it? You must, therefore, believe, as I do, that it is of paramount importance. The difference is that whereas your work ends with a patient's death, that's when mine begins. If people were allowed to kill whoever they liked without any attempt being made to bring them to justice, the whole fabric of society would disintegrate."