Right here on the presumably haunted Greybrooke Manor in Nilgiris, a dozen company have gathered on the invitation of Bhaskar Fernandez, an eccentric patriarch whose squabbling prolonged household is tediously depending on his largesse. Bhaskar is satisfied that somebody is making an attempt to kill him and has included on his visitor record Harith Athreya, a canny personal detective charged with trying right into a sequence of suspicious incidents. To disincentivize any would-be killer, Bhaskar has drawn up two wills permitting for 2 totally different prospects: one if he dies of pure causes, the opposite within the case of his homicide. (Bhaskar is a lover of mysteries and enjoys his little video games.)
The roads are rendered impassable by a landslide. The lights exit. Grasping kinfolk and hangers-on circle like so many piranhas. And earlier than we all know it, there’s certainly a homicide — however as a substitute of Bhaskar, the sufferer is a visitor, an artist with a murky previous whose physique is discovered, improbably, slumped in his host’s motorized wheelchair. Who did it? And who killed the second sufferer, not lengthy after?
There appear to be a number of crimes occurring directly, and loads to concentrate to: an artwork rip-off, a drug ring, the falsification of identities, to not point out a spot of adultery. However Athreya is a nice detective with a curious thoughts, a cool eye for the prospect element, a talent in synthesizing disparate threads and a expertise for resisting the insults of the requisite police officer assigned to the case.
The opening scene of Una Mannion’s A CROOKED TREE (HarperCollins, 320 pp., $27.99) will strike worry into the hearts of any former kids whose had-it-up-to-here dad and mom ever threatened to kick them and their squabbling siblings out of the automotive. Driving at twilight at some point, Faye Gallagher, a widowed mom of 5, truly does it: She stops the automotive 5 miles from dwelling and leaves her 12-year-old daughter, Ellen, by the facet of the street. Darkness units in; the hours move. Why hasn’t Ellen come dwelling?
That single surprising second reverberates by means of the guide, bringing surprising penalties for the household and their neighbors. The menace on this moody, meticulously plotted debut lies not in preposterous plot twists, however inside the mysteries of dysfunctional households, close-knit neighborhoods harboring darkish secrets and techniques and adolescents’ imperfect, and typically disastrous, understanding of the world of adults.