Title: The Killer In Me
(I received an ARC from First to Read).
Author: Olivia Kiernan
Publisher: riverrun
Pages: 352
My GoodReads Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐Publisher: riverrun
Pages: 352
The Killer in Me
by Olivia Kiernan is a solid thriller about a series of murders that rock a
small town in Ireland at a critical time when a convict has been released after
serving time for the brutal murders of his own parents and the attempted murder
of his younger sister.
Detective Chief
Superintendent Frankie Sheehan is roped by her sister-in-law Tanya West, a
defense lawyer, into a meeting with Sean Hennessy, who has been released after
serving a sentence of 17 years in prison. A mere 15-year-old then, Sean was
arrested for the murder of his parents, John and Brid, and the attempted murder
of his younger sister, Cara. Following the release of a documentary, Tanya
wants to create a case for Sean’s innocence on behalf of her charity which
reopens cases of miscarriage of justice.
Frankie agrees to
review the footage and see if Sean has a case, even if she doesn’t believe him
and her sympathies lie firmly with the victims of his crimes, his parents and
his sister, who is now living in isolation under an assumed name as part of the
witness protection program.
When the bodies of
a husband and wife, Alan and Geraldine Shine, are found in the local church, with
the words, Murderer and Victim, written on their bodies. Frankie can’t help but
wonder if Sean has anything to do with these murders. The case stirs up media
frenzy and Frankie faces administrative pressures to find the killer, while
staying a step ahead of the Hennessy investigation to learn if the state was
wrong in convicting Sean. Things get complicated further when a local
journalist, Connor Sheridan, is found dead with the word, Weapon, written next
to him.
Frankie feels
compelled to drive into the Hennessy case to see if there are any loose ends
there that might explain the multiple murders. Her realization that both Brid
and Geraldine were victims of domestic violence helps her to see a link between
the two cases. She also remembers that her own life has intersected with that
of the Hennessys when Brid walked up to Frankie’s parents’ home to seek help
from Frankie’s mother, a social worker, on how she and her children could
escape the abusive environment of her home.
As she delves
deeper into the investigation, it becomes clear that her boss, Clancy, is
hiding something and that her own family is being targeted and that there will
be consequences to continuing the investigation. Will she be able to tie up the
loose ends before her own family is caught in the crossfire?
Set in Ireland,
this is the second book in the Frankie Sheehan series and is written in her
first person present tense point of view. I enjoyed reading this one. I found
the investigation very real and interesting.
There are
similarities that strike us about the Hennessys and the Sheehans. Both families
face their own troubles, both fathers are dysfunctional, albeit in different
ways. The only difference is that one family recovered and gained strength, while
the other didn’t.
We come to
understand the scourge of domestic violence and how it destroys lives and families.
We also learn of the dangers that police personnel encounter everyday as they
come face to face with the worst of human evil and depravity. Sometimes when
you look into the mouth of that kind of evil, it’s hard to look away. You
think, give it another few moments, your eyes will adjust, you’ll see the
bottom of that darkness, understand it. It’s alluring. Addictive. And whilst
you’re standing there rooted to the spot, you’re not noticing that the…shadow
is closing over you and you’re disappearing.
The book also discusses the theme of memories, repressed and tortured, and about the toll that domestic violence takes on victims, especially children, as can be seen in the two quotes below.
The mind is a
fragile being, a vulnerable mesh of soft cells. Malleable. The hard shell of
the skull unable to shield it from memory or nightmare, loops both together in
the brain’s primitive pool for survival making memory unreliable.
I learned about
the terror that reigned over our lives, infused by the mundaneness of
domesticity, having breakfast together while nursing bruises. Ironing school
uniforms, polishing shoes among the mayhem. All the small events that told us
that we were normal. But we weren’t.
There’s a mild
degree of offensive language in the form of F-bombs, which show up when the
team is frustrated about the slow investigation and the dead ends they face.
At 352 pages, the
book is a long read, but it doesn’t feel slow or unnecessary at any point. The
author builds up the atmosphere so well that I almost felt as if I were walking
the streets of the seaside town of Clontarf in spite of never having been to
Ireland.
The title refers
to the bitter truth about how circumstances might so easily drive a good person
to make a bad decision. Could there be a killer in us that can rise, given
sufficient provocation?
I hope we never
find out.
(I received an ARC from First to Read).