The first in a powerful new crime trilogy set in 1980s Dublin, exploring the power of the church and the powerlessness of unmarried women
Her head was bowed, and the hands braced on the chair arms were not like hands at all, but the dry dark claws of a bird...
The Macnamara sisters hadn't been seen for months before anyone noticed. It was Father Timoney who finally broke down the door. One woman was sitting in her armchair, surrounded by religious tracts, the other was crouched under her own bed. Both had starved themselves to death.
Francesca Macnamara returns to Dublin after decades in the US, to find her family in ruins. Meanwhile, Detectives Vincent Swan and Gina Considine are convinced that there is more to the deaths than suicide. Because what little evidence there is, shows that someone was watching the sisters die...
'Praise for Nicola White - :
A mesmerising tale of secrets and lies rising from the past to strangle the present.'
As good as it gets: a debut shot through with the real, horrifying cruelty of true crime and a heart-race ending.
A moving, intelligent and courageous book.'
A vivid thriller. Engrossing right up to its sombre resolution... an arresting debut' - Irish Independent