An e-mail from his wife sends David Beck into turmoil - his wife has been dead for eight years. A fast paced and gripping novel that is utterly compulsive and which leaves you guessing until the last moment.
I stared at her. She stared at me.
Another mass of pedestrians crossed the screen. Some of them bumped into her, but the woman didn't move. Her gaze stayed locked on the camera. She lifted her hand as though reaching toward me. My head spun. It was as though whatever tethered me to reality had been severed.
I was left floating helplessly.
She kept her hand raised. Slowly I managed to lift my hand. My fingers brushed the warm screen, trying to meet her halfway. More tears came. I gently caressed the woman's face and felt my heart crumble and soar all at once.
'Elizabeth,' I whispered.
She stayed there for another second or two. Then she said something into the camera. I couldn't hear her, but I could read her lips.
'I'm sorry,' my dead wife mouthed.
And then she walked away.