When a burned body is found in a disused signal box, suspicion falls on lonely teenager Gabriel Webb. There’s no doubt he was at the scene of the crime, but does he really deserve what awaits him in prison? DS Imogen Grey is certain there’s more to the case than meets the eye. But while she struggles to convince those around her of the truth, her partner DS Adrian Miles is distracted by his own demons. When a brutal double murder is reported, their investigation is stopped in its tracks. Is the body in the box even who they thought it was? The duo realise Gabriel might have been locked up for a crime he didn’t commit. But with enemies watching Gabriel’s every move, they may be too late.
So when I thought nothing could be better than The Secret… The Angel proved me wrong. Oh well, let’s just say I absolutely love this series. I had read the last book almost a year ago so I’m embarrassed to admit that I had kind of forgotten about it, but when I started this one yesterday, I instantly knew why I had devoured the previous one so fast. Katerina Diamond is undoubtedly one of the best crime writers out there. And this series is so underrated. Why isn’t more people talking about Miles and Grey?
What I enjoyed the most about The Angel was that the case was not what I expected at all. I love it when a mystery starts off as something and after only a few pages, it has become something completely different. I had no idea of what was going on. There were several storylines and everything interested me: the fire, the double murder, Dean’s behaviour, Adrian and Lucy’s relationship… and, of course, my favorite, Gabriel.
It’s no secret that I always enjoy stories set in prison and that’s probably why I couldn’t get enough of Gabriel’s narration. It was heartbreaking. I find prison dynamics fascinating and I feel like not all the books manage to portray prison life the right way. Not everything is black and white, you know? I found myself actually caring about some of these convicts…
My favorite feeling when I’m reading a mystery is not knowing how all the stories will connect together, I’m sure you all know what I mean. Forgetting details and feeling utterly shocked when you realize something you hadn’t even considered. And The Angel managed to do all that and it also made me care about its characters. What more could you ask for?
I love both Imogen and Adrian Miles and adore their relationship and the way they are always there for each other (not in a romantic way… yet! Hey, I love Dean, too). They understand each other and know what to expect. They’re a great team and I hope I get to read their adventures for many more years.
I know I’ve said this a thousand times already, but if you like twisty crime thrillers, you definitely need to read this series. This is one of my favorite crime books of the year.
ARC, Avon Books, 2017
Extract Three from Prologue, pp 9-10
Charlie grabbed his son and followed as Martina hastily did the rest of her dress buttons up and grabbed her coat. That’s when she saw her husband’s car, pulling into the drive just as the paramedics got in the back of the ambulance. One of them offered her a hand to bring her inside too. She saw her husband get out of the car and approach them, saw his confused gaze as his eyes wandered over her dress. She looked down and saw she had buttoned it wrong – he then looked at Charlie, his trousers hanging from his hips, shirt half untucked, no ambiguity about what had been going on.
‘Martina? What the fuck is going on?’
‘I’m so sorry, it’s Jamie, he stopped breathing!’
‘Are you coming with us, ma’am? We really need to get going. He was without oxygen for at least a couple of minutes, he needs to see one of the doctors ASAP,’ the paramedic’s voice was urgent. Martina saw panic flood her husband’s face.
‘No, I’ll come,’ he said, stepping in front of Martina as though she wasn’t even there.
‘I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen!’ she cried, tears streaming down her face, knowing full well that he knew what she had done.
‘Mate . . .’ Charlie looked at his feet.
‘I’ll deal with both of you later!’ He clambered up into the ambulance and pulled the door shut.
Martina watched as the ambulance pulled away. Just at that moment Charlie’s son started to cry, a normal cry, a baby out in the snow cry. She couldn’t look at him. She ran back inside, slamming the door. She couldn’t let Charlie back in the house, not now.
The phone rang and Martina answered. It was her husband.
‘Is he OK?’
‘I want you out of the house by the time we get home. I never want to see your face again.’
‘But . . . it was an accident.’
‘I know what happened. I know what you did. It was obvious from the state of you both.’
‘I was lonely. I know it’s no excuse but since Jamie was born you have made me feel worthless. I just wanted to feel special for one night. I didn’t mean for that to happen, you must know I didn’t!’
‘And that makes it OK?’
‘No, of course it doesn’t.’