This is a very nice, light, easy read set in the art world. Yes, it has tension, murder and a bit of the supernatural, but the real focus is on the main character coming to terms with her father's death against a backdrop of tricky family relations. In spite of this, I was confident everything about this mystery would be solved in the end.
I can’t stop the tears spilling on to my cheeks. Kim pushes the tissue box towards me, and I grab a handful. Crying is supposed to be a release, isn’t it? Not for me; my nerves are pulled tight, their pizzicato vibrations discordant. And I continue weeping, the dust of silence dispersed into the air.
‘Sorry. Bet you love having an unexpected client who sobs through what should have been a quiet morning.’
‘You needed to come. It’s fine.’
I wipe the damp from my face and chuck the tissues into the waste basket. Sitting facing her, I search for something to discuss. Perhaps all I needed was her company, her calming presence. Her stillness is unlike anything I experience with anyone else.
‘I can’t shake the feeling Dad’s warning me, when he erases a person from a painting – and I’m sure he’s behind the disappearances. But he’s dead, so how can that be possible? And how come I’m even considering it?’
