This is a hard book to review, because there are so many twists and turns, and I don’t want to give too much away. It centres around a house in South London that’s been converted to bedsits, and that’s owned by the landlord from hell. The bedsits are grotty, and the tenants pay cash in hand with no questions asked. And when something goes dreadfully wrong, it becomes apparent that they each have a huge secret to hide.
Alex Marwood is a new author to me, so I began the book with few expectations whilst on holiday. I absolutely could not put it down. Her plotting is brilliant, but where she really excels is in building a horrible sense of foreboding. I had to keep going because I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I knew how things were resolved. I immediately downloaded her other two books (The Wicked Girls and The Darkest Secret), and read them on consecutive days. They’re equally chilling page turners; if you love thrillers these are for you.