Cat Kinsella was always a daddy’s girl. Until the summer of 1998 when she sees her father flirting with seventeen-year-old Maryanne Doyle.

When Maryanne later disappears and Cat’s father denies ever knowing her, Cat’s relationship with him is changed forever.

Eighteen years later, Cat is now a Detective Constable with the Met. Called to the scene of a murder in Islington, she discovers a woman’s body: Alice Lapaine has been found strangled, not far from the pub that Cat’s father runs.

When evidence links Alice to the still missing Maryanne, all Cat’s fears about her father resurface. Could he really be a killer? Determined to confront the past and find out what really happened to Maryanne all those years ago, Cat begins to dig into the case. But the problem with looking into the past is that sometimes you might not like what you find.

Let me start by saying this isn’t a ‘pretty’ story. It’s real and raw and ugly. The characters are all liars in some way, except maybe Parnell and Steele. Cat herself is a liar and a cop. She has some bad habits and has seen some bad things.

For too many years she has believed her father may have killed someone. She knows he hung around a bad crowd and she saw the girl threaten him with blackmail. As an adult she has distanced herself from all of her family over her hatred for her father.

How one small, seemingly insignificant lie can lead to the unraveling of so many lives was very evident in this work.

The ending was a shocker! Didn’t see that coming, but it seemed slow in the beginning and middle and then all of a sudden, case solved.

I would have liked to have felt like I knew the main characters better however.