The master of crime brings murder back to the Outer Hebrides.
A man is washed up on a deserted beach on the Hebridean Isle of Harris, barely alive and borderline hypothermic. He has no idea who he is or how he got there. The only clue to his identity is a map tracing a track called the Coffin Road. He does not know where it will lead him, but filled with dread, fear and uncertainty he knows he must follow it.
A detective crosses rough Atlantic seas to a remote rock twenty miles west of the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. With a sense of foreboding he steps ashore where three lighthouse keepers disappeared more than a century before – a mystery that remains unsolved. But now there is a new mystery – a man found bludgeoned to death on that same rock, and DS George Gunn must find out who did it and why.
A teenage girl lies in her Edinburgh bedroom, desperate to discover the truth about her father’s death. Two years after the discovery of the pioneering scientist’s suicide note, Karen Fleming still cannot accept that he would wilfully abandon her. And the more she discovers about the nature of his research, the more she suspects that others were behind his disappearance.
Coffin Road follows three perilous journeys towards one shocking truth – and the realisation that ignorance can kill us.
Peter May starts this book with a hook that is triple barbed and efficient! You will take a deep breath and walk with the protagonist as he staggers barely alive, soaking wet life jacket still on, up the beach. Shipwrecked? Swept overboard? Dumped at sea? Even he (Neal) doesn’t know – he has amnesia. What a great way to engage the reader – what could be more unreliable than a narrator who has no memory of who he is or how he ended up washed up on a beach – all he has is a deep sense of foreboding. He interrogates the essence of his existence or what he thinks he knows of his past trying to make sense of his past and future, all the time worried about what he has done, what he might have done, or what he is capable of.
A wonderful story of intrigue, duplicitous behaviours, conspiracy, murder and economic war fare. Peter May’s writing is intense, the narrative is complex, the path to enlightenment and the truth littered with half-truths, betrayals and self-doubt and… bees. What a wonderful narrative, full of twists and surprises .Peter May is an eco-warrior – who would have known? Not me.