*This book was sent to me by the publisher Pamela Dorman Books in exchange for an honest review.
After the traumatic events in Blue Monday, Frieda Klein is nearly back to normal until she’s called on the carpet for delving into a client’s mind in order to help the police. Frieda herself questions her motives but ultimately knows she did what she had to in order to locate a kidnapped child, even if the results were less than ideal. The case still haunts her, particularly as she’s not sure it’s quite over…
Meanwhile, DCI Karlsson is in a bit of a quandary. A social worker visits a mentally ill patient only to discover a decomposing corpse covered in flies whom the patient has faithfully served tea. Unable to get a sense of what happened from the withdrawn woman, Karlsson calls again on Frieda, but she hesitates, unsure if police involvement is something she should be doing or even wants to do.
Ultimately, though, she cannot resist the draw of this patient who so obviously needs help. Plus, the victim is unidentified, and Frieda hunts down a clue the police have missed, leading to identification. But even with a name, this victim, Robert Poole, seems unknowable. Intelligent and perceptive, Poole was a con man, changing himself to suit the situation. The problem is, most of his con victims have no idea they’re being conned, or they’ve enjoyed his company so much they don’t seem to mind.
The more Karlsson and Frieda discover, the more they question who didn’t have a motive for killing Poole, and Frieda wonders at the similarities between herself and the victim, a man whom everyone seemed to be able to talk to easily.
Along with the suspense in Tuesday’s Gone, I really like the choice to very slowly reveal Frieda to the reader. In a way, the series seems to be less about the threads left over from the previous case and more about the exploration of Frieda’s own psyche. I like her; she’s introspective and cautious, but she also cannot resist helping once she’s begun, caring far too much about the people who could ultimately harm her. A good description of her, discussing a breakup over a year ago:
She suspected that Harry would think fourteen months was a long time; most people would. How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she’d had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more? Perhaps, for someone like her, the heart was never ready and had to be forced open.
Still enigmatic and quiet, Frieda nonetheless seems much more vulnerable in Tuesday’s Gone, and the tension left over from the outcome of Blue Monday follows her everywhere, making for an increasingly taut read.
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