Two Nights opening line: My right-hand neighbor thinks I’m crazy, so she brings me cheese.
Beau is as close to a father as Sunday Night has ever had. Her life started off with a horror no-one would like to imagine. Escaping with her brother, they both learn to survive. So when Beau asks her to leave the Island she calls home to help find a young girl she is reluctant. But she does not say no, as she knows exactly what the girl is facing.
Meet Sunday Night, a woman with physical and psychological scars, and a killer instinct…
Sunnie has spent years running from her past, burying secrets and building a life in which she needs no one and feels nothing. But a girl has gone missing, lost in the chaos of a bomb explosion, and the family needs Sunnie’s help. Is the girl dead? Did someone take her?
If she is out there, why doesn’t she want to be found? It’s time for Sunnie to face her own demons – because they might just lead her to the truth about what really happened all those years ago.
With Kathy Reichs, the reader knows that they are in the hands of an expert. As a forensic anthropologist, 1 of only 82 forensic anthropologists ever certified by the American Board, Reichs’ real-life expertise has given her novels an authenticity that most other crime novelists would kill for. From teaching FBI agents how to detect and recover human remains, to separating and identifying commingled body parts in her lab, no one is better qualified to write about what it’s really like to catch the killer and solve the crime.
I was not sure why the novel was called Two Nights as both story lines take place over a space of time longer than two evenings. But when you get to the end it is quite clear why Kathy Reichs chose this as the title for her latest novel. It was written quite differently to her usual novels. I am hoping there are more Sunday Night books to follow.