This is a slow burning thriller but the last 150 pages make you want to batten down the hatches and read read read, breathlessly. It begins with Rachel shooting her husband (who can resist reading on?) then skips back in time to Rachel’s background. There’s a little bit too much background for my liking -Rachel spends waaaaay too long searching for her biological father- but once she confirms her husband is not who he says he is, the game’s afoot. There’s some fairly implausible plotting to do with a scuba tank behind a rock but if you engage in the willing suspension of disbelief, the rest is quite a ride. If only I could give three stars for the first half but four for the second. Let’s split the difference and say three and a half.
