⚠️ Content warning: child abduction, abuse, torture, and references to mental illness. This one cuts deep.
I thought I knew what I was getting into. Missing child cases... I've read more than a few. The setup is familiar, almost predictable by now. But Don’t Make a Sound isn’t just another entry in the crime thriller canon. This one does something else. It crawled under my skin, and by the end, I felt gutted.
A little girl vanishes from her home in the dead of night—no sound, no struggle, just a room that no longer holds a child. And somehow, that's what hit hardest. That stillness. That absence. The team is baffled. So was I.
By now, DS Nathan Cody is still haunted. Still reckless. Still unraveling thread by thread. His past is always lurking at the edges, but this time, it’s as though something has shifted—he feels more brittle. Megan Webley is right there beside him, fierce and bright, the only one who truly sees him (and maybe the only one he can't fully hide from). Their connection is… complicated. Painfully unresolved.
But Don’t Make a Sound isn’t carried by Cody alone—it’s the entire Major Incident Team that breathes life into this book. DCI Stella Blunt, their gruff, mother-hen of a commander, continues to toe that perfect line between stern boss and secret softie. She sees more than she lets on, especially when it comes to Cody. Then there’s Grace Meade, the team's digital wizard; awkward, intense, unnervingly brilliant. She barely raises her voice, but you feel her presence. Strange, spiky, and exactly the kind of character I want to see more of.
And Jason Oxburgh. For the first time, we really see him here. The Family Liaison Officer with the quiet soul. Watching him crumble at home, with his wife, after delivering impossible news… it reminded me that behind every badge is a human being. Jackson doesn't forget that, and it’s part of what makes this book feel so real.
But what made this book linger with me wasn’t just the leads; it was the slow revelation of something truly chilling beneath the surface. The abductions aren’t random. There’s a pattern, but it’s buried. And when the second girl is taken everything tightens. The horror isn’t just in what happens, but in why it happens. And who’s behind it.
Enter Malcolm and Harriet Benson. I’m not going to say much, because part of the horror is in discovering who they are and what they believe they’re doing. I will say this: they shook me. Not in a theatrical villain kind of way. More like a creeping dread that settles in your bones and stays long after the book is closed.
And then there’s Daisy. I can’t talk about Daisy without giving too much away. Just know this: she broke me.
Jackson does something in this book I wasn't expecting. He takes you to the edge of brutality—but doesn’t let you fall off. He walks you there gently, unnervingly, and just when you think you can’t take any more, he gives you humanity. A breath. A tear. A small, quiet moment that devastates more than any murder scene could.
Would I recommend it? Yes—but not casually. This isn’t a light, popcorn thriller. It’s emotional. It’s unsettling. It demands something from you. And it absolutely must be read in order. "A Tapping at My Door" set the stage. "Hope to Die" pushed Cody to the edge. "Don’t Make a Sound" makes you wonder if he’s already fallen, and we just didn’t hear it.
The DS Nathan Cody series continues to outdo itself. Each book is more daring, more disturbing, and more emotionally rich.