Ridley Jones collects some photos and a familiar man's shadow is in all the shots. I give nothing away in saying that the figure is that of her biological father, Max, a wealthy criminal who was assumed to be dead. All and sundry are seemingly aware of the photos as well and a hunt is therefore on to confirm that it is Max in the photos and then to find him.
The FBI and CIA become involved and Ridley goes about following some clues and doing much on her own without the help of the authorities, for reasons which are unclear.
I found the book to be somewhat confusing because it relied too much on the prequel which I hadn't read. I persevered, however, and seemed to be able to put the loose ends together after some hard-going. Sadly, some issues stay open which probably means a sequel. As a stand-alone then, the novel is imperfect.
And there are some flaws in the delivery too, in my view. The parents who raised her are conveniently holidaying in Europe while Ridley continues with her chase. Her step-father and Max were very close friends and it wouldn't have taken much for Ridley to get in touch with her step-father to get clarification on a number of issues which she was grappling with. Some would also question some of the physical things which occur.
The novel is reasonably well-written, has some good social insights and a protagonist to warm to, despite some of the strange things she does. But it is not a sensational whodunit which closes matters in a reasonable manner.
All in all, a relaxing, but sometimes frustrating read. 7/10.