Local Gone Missing
(Elise King #1)
by Fiona Barton
My Rating:
Favorite Quotes:
I mean, how long do you have to live here to be a local? Is there a secret waiting list? Do you have to wait for someone to actually die to take their place?
Strobe lighting flashed and the crowd pulsed in slo-mo. People too old to throw their hands in the air like they just didn’t care did so, the flickering lights hiding a multitude of dancing sins.
The squad called them King and Kong for a bit and Caro ignored it. “I’ve got thighs like barges and mad hair— it could be a lot worse. We need to pick our fights.”
She was small, sixtyish with a beaky nose and a lot of mascara, and she was wearing a T-shirt that read Old Age Is for Sissies.
She couldn’t go it alone at her age. She’d need someone to cherish her. She loved the word “cherish,” rolling it round her mouth and through her pouting lips.
My Review:
My hero worship of Fiona Barton’s brilliant yet itchy storytelling continues. Local Gone Missing was a twisty tale that kept me guessing until the very end. The storylines and characters were well-nuanced, compelling, and endlessly intriguing. I conjured and cast aside multiple theories as I perused but would never have come up with this topper. The woman has mad skills!
Fiona Barton’s debut, The Widow, was a Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller and has been published in 36 countries and optioned for television. Her second novel, The Child, was a Sunday Times bestseller. Born in Cambridge, Fiona currently lives in Sussex and south-west France.
Previously, she was a senior writer at the Daily Mail, news editor at the Daily Telegraph, and chief reporter at the Mail on Sunday, where she won Reporter of the Year at the British Press Awards.
While working as a journalist, Fiona reported on many high-profile criminal cases and she developed a fascination with watching those involved, their body language and verbal tics. Fiona interviewed people at the heart of these crimes, from the guilty to their families, as well as those on the periphery, and found it was those just outside the spotlight who interested her most . . .