I was given this Martina Cole book, and I was intrigued as I had never read a Martina Cole book and she is a huge bestselling author. After reading this book I can only assume that the person that had off loaded it onto me simply didn't like me or couldn't be bothered to make the trip to the charity shop.
It is dire. And completely unbelieveable. On the sleeve, it is described as 'gritty' and praises Cole's use of applicable language. Using the F word on practically every page, sometimes 10 times a page, does not make it 'gritty', just tedious. The characters also seem to be identical, speaking and acting with exactly the same mannerisms whether they are criminals or police. Do you know any policemen/women that refer to themselves as 'the filth' over and over everyday?
Towards the end of the book the author appears to wish to come to the end as much as I did, as the characters seem to become physic, refering to events they were not previously aware of. In true rushed endings...the killer is discovered, caught and the good guys drive off into the sunset...all in little more than a paragraph.