The French Girl, by Lexie Elliott.
Unfortunately, the happy week is ruined on the last night
by a screaming argument and the break-up of a relationship: the next morning everyone suffers multiple
hangovers and a silent, sulky drive back to damp and dirty London and the real
world. Narrator Kate Channing is in
pieces, for her romance with aristocratic Seb has ended, partly, she is sure,
because of her humble northern origins;
her very best friend Lara is still entwined with Seb’s cousin Tom but
that won’t last long; she has more oomph
than she knows what to do with and it needs to be shared around; Theo of the red hair and uncontrollable
blushes (not to mention his inability to tan properly) shocks them all by
joining the army, and Caro – smart, spiteful, clever Caro is preparing herself
for a stellar legal career: she will
leave them all trailing in her wake.
And what of the French girl, Severine, whom no-one gave
further thought to as they left?
Apparently, she disappeared after taking the bus to the nearest village,
never to be seen again: oh dear, never
mind. Everyone must move on.
Until a French detective visits London after a decade to
interview all those staying at the farmhouse at the time of Severine’s
disappearance: her cold case has been
re-opened for her body has been found in a sealed well on the farmhouse
property. She has been murdered and he
has many awkward questions for those who saw her on the last night of her life
– and - quelle horreur! – he seems to regard Kate, now on the brink of
success in the corporate world, as his prime suspect.
It is hard to believe that this is Ms Elliott’s debut
novel, for she writes with an easy assurance that most first novelists would
furiously envy: there are no holes in
the plot; the action is fast and
furious, and there is a legal end I didn’t see coming – she demonstrates very
cleverly the extent that the law can protect and defend everyone, including the
criminals. FIVE
STARS.
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