A gritty, dark, very tense detective story set in Amsterdam.
When Inspector Jaap Rykel is called out to a rooftop murder scene, he does not expect what he is about to find. Quite apart from finding the killer, he has to find the identity of the corpse.
That is not an easy task given that the head is missing and the palms of the dead man’s hands have been blowtorched. Searching the man’s pockets, Rykel is horrified to find pictures of himself and his home on the victim’s phone. Why has the man been following him? Why did the murderer leave the phone with the corpse if he truly wanted to keep the man’s identity secret?
As the investigation progresses, the story gets darker and darker. Rykel’s former lover – and the mother of his young child – is a prosecuting lawyer and is involved in a very messy case. It becomes clear that her case and that of Rykel’s murder victim are linked. To make matters worse, the lives of Rykel, his former lover and their child are put at risk.
The plot twists and turns getting darker with each new aspect of the storyline, resulting in a terrible tragedy at the end. This is a real page turner, you are impelled to continue reading, continue turning the page to find out just what happens next even when you would prefer not to do so because you fear the outcome. This is Woodhouse’s second book in the Ryker series.
Described as the Amsterdam Quartet, it is clear he is planning two more. If the next two are anything like this one, they will definitely make his reputation as a crime writer. He shows very great promise, possessing good story telling skills and an ability to create characters that stay in the memory.
I look forward to seeing how the series develops.