Watching from the dark A novel

Gytha Lodge

Book - 2020

"Aidan Poole logs onto his laptop late at night to Skype his girlfriend, Zoe. To his horror, he realizes that there is someone else in her flat, and Aidan can only listen to the sounds of a violent struggle taking place in the bathroom--and then the sound of silence. Aidan is desperate to find out if Zoe is okay. But then why is he so hesitant to call the police? When his messages finally reach them, Detective Jonah Sheens and his team take the case--and discover the body. They soon find that no one has a bad word to say about Zoe, a big-hearted young woman at the center of a curious web of waifs and strays, each relying on her for support, each hiding dark secrets and buried resentments. Has one of her so-called "friends" be...en driven to murder? Or does Aidan have the biggest secret of them all?"--

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Subjects
Genres
Detective and mystery fiction
Thrillers (Fiction)
Novels
Published
New York : Random House [2020]
Language
English
Main Author
Gytha Lodge (author)
Edition
First U.S. Edition
Item Description
"Originally published in hardcover in the United Kingdom by Michael Joseph, an imprint of Penguin Random House UK, London."--Title page verso.
Physical Description
338 pages ; 24 cm
ISBN
9781984818072
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Review by Booklist Review

When Aidan gets a Skype video-chat notification from his girlfriend, Zoe, he's surprised to see that she's not actually on screen yet. He can view her empty apartment and hear her splashing around in the bathroom. He's intrigued, so he stays on the call . . . only to see a shadowy figure enter through the front door. Next, he hears sounds of a struggle and the same figure leaves, all within minutes. Aidan calls the police, and that's where DCI Jonah Sheens (last seen in She Lies in Wait, 2019) enters the story. Sheens and his team of smart detectives are on the case, which at first appears to be a suicide. But Aidan's story--and the details of his relationship with Zoe, which eventually come to light--complicates the case deeply. The narrative moves back two years to chart the course of the relationship and to introduce the couple's circle of friends, all of whom have some air of suspicion about them. Readers will enjoy the fast pace, red herrings, and intriguing characters in this British police procedural-slash-psychological thriller.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In the prologue of British author Lodge's gripping if flawed follow-up to She Lies in Wait, a panicky unidentified man makes an emergency call because he's worried that his art student girlfriend, Zoe Swardadine, has been attacked just out of range of the webcam on which he was waiting to Skype with her. At Zoe's flat, the Southampton, England, police find her dead in the bathtub, an apparent suicide, but a few forensic clues suggest otherwise. When Det. Chief Insp. Jonah Sheens and his team delve into Zoe's life, they discover that, though the vivacious young woman appears to have been widely loved, almost everyone in her circle--including her boyfriend--harbors secrets they're dead set on protecting. If anything, Lodge creates almost too many suspects, on whom she casts suspicion in turn. As a result, the big reveal feels about as arbitrary as Colonel Mustard in the library with a candlestick. Until then, fans of psychological thrillers will be more than content. Agent: Felicity Blunt, Curtis Brown. (Feb.)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A man reports the murder of his girlfriend, which happened while he was Skyping with her, in Lodge's (She Lies in Wait, 2019) second English mystery.At first the police don't take the report seriously because the caller won't give his name, but on a hunch, DCI Jonah Sheens and his team look into it, and they do indeed find the body of Zoe Swardadine. From the start, there is a plethora of shady characters doing shady things to hide their shady secrets. Foremost among them is Aidan, the (married) boyfriend who called in the crime. The drama of his on-again, off-again relationship with Zoe may have been responsible for her complete transformation over the last few months of her life. And then there's Victor, Zoe's irascible co-worker, who may have nursed his own fantasies of a relationship with her, and Maeve and Angeline, Zoe's best friends, who relied on her to pick them up every time they fell. As a picture of Zoe's last few months begins to coalesce, Jonah and his team sense a malevolent presence at the heart of the casesomeone who hated Zoe enough to murder her at her most vulnerable time. They rush to put the pieces together before one of their own is unwittingly put in danger. Lodge alternates between chapters following the investigation into Zoe's death and chapters that recount the final 20 months of her life, allowing the reader to understand Zoe as a fully rounded and complicated character, not just a victim. This choice, trendy in thrillers but almost always effective when the characters are strong, consistently reminds us to look beyond simplistic binaries of victim and perpetrator, innocent and guilty, and recognize that all humans make problematic choices, sometimes for good reasons and sometimes for bad.Lodge's choices celebrate the complexity of humanity and elevate this police procedural. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Chapter 1 Jonah had almost let it go. The call. The report. He'd almost let it go. He asked himself, later, what difference it would have made if he had. This was what you did when you were tying up a case. You looked for mistakes and for their opposite. For the good things you'd done. You asked yourself how they had affected the investigation, and in this case, the biggest question mark was over the report of a murder that he almost let slide. Whether things would have gone differently if he'd acted earlier, and how different they would have been if he had never acted at all. It was possible that neither scenario would have changed anything. That events would have gone on implacably to their conclusion. But it was also possible that everything would have changed. The report made itself known during the tail end of a tortuous Friday-morning caseload meeting, made decidedly worse by Detective Chief Superintendent Wilkinson being away. Without him to push everything through, the meeting had descended into rambling discussions on every detail. It was soul-destroyingly boring. But then they had finally limped through to new case allocation, and Jonah had watched his intense counterpart in the uniformed police, Yvonne Heerden, take on three thefts and a traffic accident. "We've had an unauthenticated murder claim passed on by the crime desk," Heerden said next. "I've given you a transcript," she added to Jonah, "but I think it's unlikely to come to anything so we're happy to take it. The caller claims that his girlfriend was murdered while he was talking to her on Skype, but that he didn't see the killer. He hung up when asked for his name and details. Crime desk tried to look her up and found no trace of a woman with that name anywhere online." Jonah skimmed over the transcript, noting that the girl's name was Zoe Swardedeen. I need to-- My girlfriend's been murdered . . . ​he read. Heerden was probably right. This would, in all likelihood, involve admin of a simple kind. Cross-checking with missing persons. Trying a few variations of the spelling. "OK?" Heerden asked as he read on. There was something in the phrasing used in the call that made Jonah hesitate. Something that unsettled him. He was aware that Heerden was waiting for an answer, however, and he trusted her and her team to do this right. His own team was neck-deep in a complex blackmail case and had little time for unnecessary extras. "Sure," he said. "Keep me posted if it comes to anything." The meeting moved on to cover another multi-casualty traffic accident that had probably been caused by a truck driver using his phone. Jonah was glad he didn't have to be involved. Those were the kinds of cases that scarred you. The kind that made you impulsively check up on all your loved ones. The kind that made life seem flimsy and the world a random, uncaring place. With those thoughts foremost in his mind, his uneasiness about a strange, anonymous murder report was pushed aside. There was so much Aidan should have been doing. Three of his students had sent essays over, and he had a whole raft of faculty admin, but he hadn't managed to read a line. He'd opened email after email but failed to understand them through the pounding of his heart and the ringing in his ears. He wasn't seeing words; he was seeing the slow opening and closing of a door, played over and over. The not knowing was the worst. He would loop through a conviction that it had all been some strange misunderstanding, or a dream, and then he would remember that Zoe had never reappeared from the bathroom. Not while he'd been watching. He knew in his soul that she had been in desperate need of help, and that she might never have received it. He'd searched news and social-media sites the moment he was up, looking for any mention of an incident. He'd rechecked at regular intervals since, too, but there was no mention of any murder or violence in Southampton. Nothing about a young woman being attacked. A total void of anything relevant. There was a way to find out, if he felt he could take it, of course. He could call the police again. This time, when they asked him for his name and address, he could give it to them. He'd come close last night. The police call handler he'd been put through to had been female. He'd heard her typing everything he'd said, turning it into data. She'd typed away when he'd admitted he didn't know the number of the pay-as-you-go phone he was calling from, because it was a spare he'd dug out from his desk. And then she'd typed up his attempt to tell her that he thought his girlfriend had been murdered. Right at the end of the call, she'd asked for his name. There had been a long, tense silence as he'd teetered on the edge of telling her. And then he'd heard a car door slam outside. He'd ended the call and listened, tense and sick, for more sounds. He tried telling himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, but he knew it wasn't true. There was a lot to be afraid of. There was Zoe being killed in front of him. There was the truth all pouring out. He couldn't let it happen. He had everything to lose. Everything. He'd thought about closing the Skype window, to shut out the scene. But it was the only way he had of checking on Zoe. Of waiting to see if the police arrived at her flat. Midnight had come and gone, punctuated only by his eyes flicking over to the clock at the bottom right of the screen. Where were the bloody police? There had still been nothing by two-forty, when he had finally closed the program in a rush of despair and gone to bed. It was now eleven hours since he'd seen the door to Zoe's flat swing open. Eleven hours, and no sign, no message, no news report. He could still call the police back. He could still go through it all again, and tell them who he was. But every time he thought about that, chilled sweat would bloom on his skin. Knowing that he couldn't risk it created a frustration that was visceral. He could feel it in his stomach and in his loins, and it made sitting still unbearable. Zoe, he thought, willing her to call him. Zoe, please. F***ing call. Jonah approached Domnall O'Malley, the only visible member of his team, on his way through the bright, modern expanse of CID. "Are you genuinely the first one in?" he asked, disbelieving. "Ah Jesus, no," O'Malley answered, leaning his heavy frame back in his chair. "I rolled up about five minutes ago. Juliette's been here since seven-something. Ben's a little late, though, he says." "Ben said he was late? " "I know," O'Malley said. "That threw me, too. Maybe he's finally gone and got himself a girlfriend and didn't sleep well." "But it's Ben," Jonah countered. "He doesn't need sleep." "Ah, you're right, so. Well, whatever it was, I plan to take the piss mercilessly." Jonah grinned and went on to his office, leaving the door open. He took his phone out of his pocket briefly, wondering whether he'd have a message today, or whether Jojo was once again in some desolate place with no signal. Their communications were an unquestionable bright spot to his days. Her irreverent banter and humor had the power to make him grin for a good while afterward. It was such a refreshing feeling. He'd spent so many months pining for Michelle, his most recent ex-girlfriend. He'd thought he might spend the rest of his life missing her. The sudden reappearance in his life of Jojo, his teenage crush, had changed all of that. They'd agreed that an investigation she'd been involved in would need to be tied up before they could see each other. And Jojo had then made the decision to take herself traveling until repairs to her house were done. Given that her social circle had also been devastated by a murder inquiry, it was only natural for her to need space. But he'd still felt a pang when she'd told him she was going. She was in Namibia now, gradually touring a series of spectacular climbing sites that were miles from anywhere. Jonah should have been nervous at her being out there alone in the wilderness, but for some reason he wasn't. Perhaps it had something to do with how fiercely capable she had always been, and the fact that she'd survived a serious attempt on her life. Well, there was nothing from Jojo. He put the phone down and logged on to his desktop. A few more blackmail files had been added to the database but he took it all in only vaguely. For some reason, looping through his mind were the words Please help her. She could still be alive . Excerpted from Watching from the Dark: A Novel by Gytha Lodge All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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