Quiet in Her Bones
(Sprache: Englisch)
In this gripping thriller set in New Zealand, New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh takes you into the twisted world of an exclusive cul-de-sac located on the edge of a sprawling forest.
My mother vanished ten years ago.
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My mother vanished ten years ago.
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In this gripping thriller set in New Zealand, New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh takes you into the twisted world of an exclusive cul-de-sac located on the edge of a sprawling forest.My mother vanished ten years ago.
So did a quarter of a million dollars in cash.
Thief. Bitch. Criminal.
Now, she's back.
Her bones clothed in scarlet silk.
When socialite Nina Rai disappeared without a trace, everyone wrote it off as another trophy wife tired of her wealthy husband. But now her bones have turned up in the shadowed green of the forest that surrounds her elite neighborhood, a haven of privilege and secrets that s housed the same influential families for decades.
The rich live here, along with those whose job it is to make their lives easier. And somebody knows what happened to Nina one rainy night ten years ago. Her son Aarav heard a chilling scream that night, and he s determined to uncover the ugly truth that lives beneath the moneyed elegance but no one is ready for the murderous secrets about to crawl out of the dark.
Even the dead aren t allowed to break the rules in this cul-de-sac.
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1My mother vanished without a trace ten years ago.
So did a quarter of a million dollars in cash from my father's safe.
The police came.
The neighbors whispered that she was a thief.
My father called her a bitch.
"She'll turn up, and when she does, I'll have her in handcuffs!"
That's what he said. That's what he screamed.
He was right.
It took ten years, but she has turned up.
The police found her car in the dense bush of the Waitkere Ranges Regional Park four hours ago. She was inside. Well, her bones were anyway. Those bones were clothed in the remnants of the red silk shirt she was wearing that night.
The night I heard her scream.
2
I'd just spent two hours staring at my unfinished manuscript when the police came to the door of my father's subtly upscale residence of glass and polished wood. Designer enough to make it clear he was no ordinary man, but understated enough to blend in to the dark green landscape that surrounded it.
I'd come "home" to live after my hospital discharge a month ago. Doctors' orders.
"You can't be on your own," Dr. Binchy had said, hazel eyes unblinking behind square black spectacle frames. "Not yet."
I didn't know why I hadn't just hired a nurse instead of returning to this unhappy place thick with ugly memories. Before adding, then deleting, a thousand pointless words on my next book, I'd started to look up nursing agencies. Then the police came. The middle-aged man in plain clothes, the twenty-something woman in full uniform, cap included.
Recognition flashed in her eyes when I opened the door.
The man, solid and stolid with a square jaw and watery blue eyes, flashed his ID. "We'd like to speak to
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Mr. Ishaan Rai."
"Sure." Turning on my crutches, I saw that my father was already coming down the hall, a well-dressed CEO on top of the world, his graying black hair perfectly styled and his shirt a crisp blue.
He wasn't a tall man, nor was he short. Average height, with average features. He should've looked ordinary, even bland, but my father has a presence, a dignity to him that I've always found a grand irony.
"What's this about?" he demanded, because that's what Ishaan Rai does. Demand. It's served him well except for when it comes to his son, who is his disappointment.
"Mr. Rai," the man began, raising his ID. "If we could speak in private."
"Oh, for God's sake, just spit it out. What complaint is it now? The plant is built to the highest specifications-it isn't breaching any environmental restrictions." He's so used to ordering people about that it doesn't seem to occur to him that a senior officer wouldn't knock on his door at eight in the morning for a complaint about emissions or discarded chemicals.
The male officer's expression stilled, and right then, I saw an intelligence I hadn't previously spotted. Solid and stolid could also mean dogged and relentless. "I'm Detective Senior Sergeant Oliver Regan and this is my colleague Constable Sefina Neri. We regret to inform you that the body of a deceased female was discovered early this morning in the Waitkere Ranges Regional Park. Her identity has yet to be officially verified, and normally, we wouldn't inform you at this stage-but, given the likely publicity and attendant conjecture, the decision was made to alert you. She had her driver's license and credit cards with her. All in the name of Nina Rai."
Time stopped, filled with the sound of a sharp, pained scream.
Even my father seemed stunned into silence, but that never lasts long with him. "Where's she been all this time?" he barked. "Living it up on my money I'm guessing."
Constable Neri's eyes were a deep, intense brown and she locked them
"Sure." Turning on my crutches, I saw that my father was already coming down the hall, a well-dressed CEO on top of the world, his graying black hair perfectly styled and his shirt a crisp blue.
He wasn't a tall man, nor was he short. Average height, with average features. He should've looked ordinary, even bland, but my father has a presence, a dignity to him that I've always found a grand irony.
"What's this about?" he demanded, because that's what Ishaan Rai does. Demand. It's served him well except for when it comes to his son, who is his disappointment.
"Mr. Rai," the man began, raising his ID. "If we could speak in private."
"Oh, for God's sake, just spit it out. What complaint is it now? The plant is built to the highest specifications-it isn't breaching any environmental restrictions." He's so used to ordering people about that it doesn't seem to occur to him that a senior officer wouldn't knock on his door at eight in the morning for a complaint about emissions or discarded chemicals.
The male officer's expression stilled, and right then, I saw an intelligence I hadn't previously spotted. Solid and stolid could also mean dogged and relentless. "I'm Detective Senior Sergeant Oliver Regan and this is my colleague Constable Sefina Neri. We regret to inform you that the body of a deceased female was discovered early this morning in the Waitkere Ranges Regional Park. Her identity has yet to be officially verified, and normally, we wouldn't inform you at this stage-but, given the likely publicity and attendant conjecture, the decision was made to alert you. She had her driver's license and credit cards with her. All in the name of Nina Rai."
Time stopped, filled with the sound of a sharp, pained scream.
Even my father seemed stunned into silence, but that never lasts long with him. "Where's she been all this time?" he barked. "Living it up on my money I'm guessing."
Constable Neri's eyes were a deep, intense brown and she locked them
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Autoren-Porträt von Nalini Singh
New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh is passionate about writing. Though she s traveled as far afield as the deserts of China, the Highlands of Scotland, and the frozen landscapes of Antarctica, it is the journey of the imagination that fascinates her most. She s beyond delighted to be able to follow her dream as a writer. Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand. You can contact her directly through her website. While visiting the site, Nalini invites you to join her newsletter for up-to-date news about both the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series, as well as fun exclusive extras, including free short stories set in her worlds.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Nalini Singh
- 2022, 496 Seiten, Masse: 13,1 x 19,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593099125
- ISBN-13: 9780593099124
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Singh sustains tension throughout, delivering a lushly written, multilayered mystery that will keep readers guessing. Susan Isaacs fans, take note. Publishers WeeklyFull of twists, turns, and genuine emotion, Quiet in Her Bones cements Singh s place in the modern pantheon of suspense. Crime Reads
"Singh perfectly conveys the sleek architecture amid an unforgiving New Zealand forest...an unsettling thriller that deserves a wide audience." Booklist
"New Zealand noir" is the name Nalini Singh gives her particular brand of thriller, and it seems fitting.... Full of dark secrets, and even darker motivations, below the veneer of "moneyed elegance," this sounds like a delicious read, the perfect thriller for the weekend." Amazon Book Review
"Nervy and unsettling noir [with] a legitimately and believably unreliable narrator." The New York Times Book Review
Quiet in Her Bones is part Bildungsroman, part thriller, all wholly absorbing . Nalini Singh owns this subset of the thriller genre: a pairing of an unsolved crime and a forbidding landscape. Criminal Element
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