This 2013 novel is not Candlish’s best (that is Our House) but better than average, so long as you’re willing to believe Emily Marr could be so thoroughly vilified by the British media and public for a car accident she was nowhere near. She was, however, the mistress of the man whose wife and sons died in the accident, and a leading journalist has a personal grudge against her. It’s still not entirely believable, but I do like the sting in the tail of this one.
