Second outing of psychotherapist Freida Klein which, while it didn’t get off to the same rip-roaring start at its predecessor Blue Monday ended up being equally as gripping.
Klein is a woman who you’re sure if you met her you’d probably want to slap her. She seems both cussed and sympathetic at the same time and is forever going off on tangents that lead to not quite implausible conclusions, ignoring or circumventing authority and putting herself in tricky situations, though not with the rash stupidity of a Temperance Brennan. In this book a man’s decomposing body has been found in the flat of Michelle Doyce, a woman trapped in her own world of strange mental disorder.
The logical conclusion, she killed him. But that’s not enough for Klein who sets out to help DCI Malcolm Karlsson get to the truth, or at least find out the victim’s identity.
Like Blue Monday, there is no artifice, you don’t have to struggle to get from one weird situation to another which is an indication of the quality of writing coming from husband and wife team Nicci Gerrard and Sean French, who together are Nicci French.
The answers when they come seem logical, even though you hadn’t quite expected them and the final conclusion makes perfect sense once it’s all explained. But this is one of those novels where you would never get from A to B without Klein’s explanations, good job then that she’s got the mostly-patient but occasionally grumpy (as I said, I would have slapped her long ago) DCI Karlsson as a sounding board.
Blue Monday pops up throughout the book and, if you’ve read it and had forgotten the ending, you’re in for a shock since Tuesday’s Gone revisits an old case which could have disastrous personal consequences for Klein – and may still yet, on that point I’ll leave you guessing.
All in all a really satisfying read. With Klein and her specialist colleagues, these books are like going on a layman’s journey through the vagaries and strange places of the human mind.