Thomas Brogan is a serial killer, and he has nowhere left to hide. At least until he finds an abandoned house at the end of a terrace on a quiet street. And when he discovers that he can access three other houses through the attic space, the real fun begins. Because the one thing that Brogan enjoys even more than killing, is playing games with his victims. And his new neighbours have more than enough dark secrets to make this game his best one yet…
This is a book about a serial killer – Thomas Brogan – on the run, who hides in the attics above four terraced houses, which can be accessed right across. The first house is empty and that is how he enters through the kitchen. House number two belongs to Elsie, an old lady who lost her son Alex in a tragic accident and whose only visitor is her carer, Kerry. House number three is occupied by Pam and Jack, who are constantly arguing, and a giant House of the Baskervilles. But it’s house number four that is the most exciting. Martyn and Collette live here and Collette is VERY attractive.
But Brogan isn’t just any old serial killer. He’s a sadistic, murderous, torturing ba*&^rd with an axe to grind (or a knife in this case). Brogan’s past is very unhappy and disturbed and he has committed some terrible crimes. So how can a book about a sadistic serial killer include humour? Well this one does. Very dark humour indeed. Even the burglar hitting Brogan with a frying pan (is this an homage to Bottom?) made me laugh.
I was reminded of the first episode of Luther series 3 in which the serial killer hides under the bed and watches the woman get undressed. He then gets the husband to look for the cat in the loft, kills him and pushes his head through the rafters. But at least he didn’t kill the cat and neither does Brogan. Well the dog in this case – Ralph next door who never seems to bark after the first ‘meeting’.
‘He knew it was Ralph. “Ralph!” he said. At least that’s what it sounded like. Difficult to tell. It was more of a bark than a word. Which is only natural, seeing as it was coming from a dog.’
This book is like no other. It’s horrific and funny and terrifying all at the same time. Just the idea that someone is living in the loft is like one of those 1970s slasher movies where we scream ‘don’t go up there’ or ‘don’t open the cellar door’ but you know they will. It’s creepy and scary and not to be read when you are alone at night and definitely don’t open the hatch to the attic….you never know who might be hiding there.
Many thanks to The Pigeonhole, my fellow Pigeons and the author for making this such an enjoyable (if that’s the right word) read.
About the Author
From David himself: “I am the author of a series of crime thrillers featuring Irish-American NYPD Detective Callum Doyle. The first in the series, Pariah, was Highly Commended in the Crime Writers Association Debut Dagger Awards. It is published by Pan Macmillan. The follow-ups are The Helper and Marked, and I am hard at work on the fourth in the series. My writing influences include Ed McBain, Dennis Lehane, George Pelecanos, Robert Crais, Michael Connelly and Harlan Coben, amongst many others. My favourite quote about my work is one from the Guardian, now carried on the front of my novels: ‘Recalls Harlan Coben – though for my money Jackson is the better writer.'”