This fantastic crime story, set in the 1980s and early 2000, is a bunny boiler of the highest order. If you like a dark story with some disturbing twists throughout, then this certainly is a book for you. Look out for the creepy Rivett! The story really took me back to my own 'Goth' days - the dyed, back-combed hair, the black clothes and the music. Fortunately my time as a Goth bears no relation to the experiences of Corinne and her friends.
Wayne stared into his lover's eyes. 'She did it, didn't she? The dog . . .'
Amanda swallowed a mouthful of wine. 'Yeah,' she said, nodding. 'I reckon she did.'
A succession of images flashed through her mind. The shiny, rigid bodies of four little goldfish, lying on the carpet. A canary, feet in the air at the bottom of his cage, neck broken. A pair of terrapins with their heads wedged upside down between two rocks in their tank. Despite Samantha's wide-eyed denials that she had anything to do with it, her attempts to shift the blame onto the cleaning lady each time, Amanda had never dared buy her daughter any animals again.