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The suspect / Fiona Barton.
ISBN:
9780735238183
Publication Information:
Toronto : Penguin Canada, 2019.

©2019
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404 pages ; 24 cm
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"When two eighteen-year-old girls go missing in Thailand, their families are thrust into the international spotlight: desperate, bereft, and frantic with worry. What were the girls up to before they disappeared? Journalist Kate Waters always does everything she can to be first to the story, first with the exclusive, first to discover the truth--and this time is no exception. But she can't help but think of her own son, whom she hasn't seen in two years, since he left home to go travelling. As the case of the missing girls unfolds, they will all find that even this far away, danger can lie closer to home than you might think..."-- Provided by publisher.
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Summary

Summary

The New York Times bestselling author of The Widow returns with a brand new novel of twisting psychological suspense about every parent's worst nightmare...

When two eighteen-year-old girls go missing in Thailand, their families are thrust into the international spotlight: desperate, bereft, and frantic with worry. What were the girls up to before they disappeared?

Journalist Kate Waters always does everything she can to be first to the story, first with the exclusive, first to discover the truth--and this time is no exception. But she can't help but think of her own son, whom she hasn't seen in two years, since he left home to go travelling.

As the case of the missing girls unfolds, they will all find that even this far away, danger can lie closer to home than you might think...


Author Notes

Fiona Barton trains and works with journalists all over the world. 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.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 2

Publisher's Weekly Review

Fleet Street star Kate Waters's reporting has helped British police crack some extremely disturbing cases, but she faces what could be her toughest one yet in bestseller Barton's top-shelf third psychological thriller (after 2017's The Child). When the parents of 18-year-old Alexandra O'Connor, who's backpacking in Thailand with an 18-year-old female friend, fail to hear from Alex after a week, they alert the police. Kate's longtime police source, Det. Insp. Bob Sparkes, tells her about the two missing teenage girls, in the hope that Kate will write a story that "might winkle them out of whichever bar they're sitting in." Kate keenly identifies with the concerned parents, since her estranged older son, Jake, has been in Thailand for the past two years after inexplicably dropping out of university. But what starts as a routine story soon proves otherwise, sending Kate and her journalistic frenemies to Thailand in search of answers. The exceedingly twisty tale that follows will test Kate, and her painfully conflicting loyalties, to the limit. Barton's many fans will be rewarded. Agent: Madeleine Milburn, Madeleine Milburn Literary (U.K.). (Jan.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Library Journal Review

Crack journalist Kate Waters prides herself on getting great stories. When two 18-year-old girls disappear on a trip to Thailand, Kate pounces on an interview with the ­parents. But her own son Jake has also been in Thailand, on a time-out from university, and she's heard little from him for two years. Kate wonders if she should get involved in the case, and if she can keep journalistic distance from a story hitting so close to home. What will she do if she learns the truth? This is every parent's worst nightmare. VERDICT Barton (The Widow; The Child) is a stunning storyteller. Her career as a journalist has helped make this story terrifyingly real. Every turn of the plot feels authentic and very scary, as the central character is torn between being a parent and a successful professional. [See Prepub Alert, 8/10/18.]-Susan Clifford Braun, Bainbridge ­Island, WA © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The Reporter   SUNDAY, JULY 27, 2014   The call comes at three a.m. The jagged ring of the bedside telephone tearing a hole in our sleep. I reach out a hand to silence it. "Hello," I whisper. Static whispers back to me. I press the phone harder to my ear. "Who is this?" I feel Steve roll over to face me, but he doesn't speak. The hissing static fades and I hear a voice. "Hello. Hello," it says, searching for me. I pull myself up and switch on the light. Steve groans and rubs his eyes. "Kate? What's going on?" he says. "Who is this?" I repeat. But I know. "Jake?" "Mum," the voice says, the word distorted by distance-- or drink, perhaps,  I think uncharitably. "Sorry I missed your birthday," it says. The line fizzes again and he's gone. I look at Steve. "Was it him?" he asks. I nod. "He's sorry he missed my birthday . . ." It's the first time in seven months that he's phoned. There've been three e-mails, but our eldest son told us early on that he wouldn't be contactable by phone. Said he was freeing himself of all the stress that constant calls would bring. He'd stay in touch with us. When he last rang, it was Christmas morning. We'd hoped he would be there with us, pulling crackers and making his lethal mulled wine. We'd suggested and then pleaded by e-mail, even buying a plane ticket when he seemed to weaken. But Jake had stayed away, managing only a ten-minute call on the day. Steve had answered the phone and spoken to him first while I hovered beside him; then he'd asked to speak to his little brother, Freddie, and finally to his mother. I'd hugged the phone, as if I could feel the heft and warmth of him, and tried to listen, not talk. But he'd remained distant as the seconds counted down in a phone booth somewhere and I'd found myself turning inquisitor. "So, where are you now, love?" "Here." He'd laughed. "Still in Phuket?" "Yes, yes." "And are you working?" "Yeah, sure. Doing this and that." "But what about money?" "I'm managing, Mum. Don't worry about me. I'm fine." "Well, as long as you are happy," I'd heard myself say. The coward's way out. "Yes, I am." After I'd put the phone down, Freddie had put a glass of prosecco in my hand and kissed my cheek. "Come on, Mum. He's fine. Having a brilliant time lying around in the sun while we're sitting here in the slush and rain." But I'd known deep down he wasn't fine. His voice had become wary. And that nervy laugh. He didn't sound like my Jake anymore. Excerpted from The Suspect by Fiona Barton All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.