Strange coincidences entangle Richard Ross in a crime he did not commit and draw him deeper and deeper into unethical international dealings he had desperately tried to avoid. Is Athol Cosgrove, Richard's shady business associate, manipulating the events that make Richard's life miserable? And if not, who is? These questions, and others, become more urgent as rising tension leads to violence and murder.
Selected because it's one of those books I've had around here for many years, and despite having read it multiple times now I realise I've never posted anything about it here...
From the Blurb:
Strange coincidences entangle Richard Ross in a crime he did not commit and draw him deeper and deeper into unethical international dealings he had desperately tried to avoid.
Shortly after joining an exclusive house party, William, a successful writer and Casanova, is found dead. Inspector Swinton, called in to investigate, discovers he has been murdered - not once, but three times, and more puzzling still, that none of the attempts has killed him. Only, after the appearance of a second corpse, does Swinton solve the mystery and the story reach its startling climax.
What happens when a man murders his wife and finds himself the victim of a subtle and vindictive persecution, a harrowing new existence of terror and nightmare that brings him to the edge of madness? His grandiose plans are forgotten as moment by moment his safety is undermined. Is it all hallucination? - or will the "murdered" woman carry out her threat to be revenged - some time, somewhere?
Cruel, egotistical Noel, a thistledown, a cheap balloon whisking willy-nilly away from the piercing, deflating needle of her fine judgement. Geraldine needs to keep her cool through the highs and the lows, but it's maddening when Noel keeps missing the point. The trek up north was gruelling, yet every plant and bird she saw, every sweaty, purposeless mile she crossed, convinced her that they were made for each other. Back home in Sydney, when there's still a gap between them, he has to be made to see.
About the Author
There has been a bit of discussion around blogs recently about forgotten books and this morning's Blow off the Dust post on The Rap Sheet seemed particularly appropriate as an incentive to join the ranks of reading some old forgotten books. Firstly because we're surrounded by dust storms, and secondly because I got hold of some old favourites recently. So today I'm going to pick up Vanishing Point by Pat Flower originally published in 1975.