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The Betrayal of Trust (Simon Serrailler Series #6)by Susan Hill
Susan Hill's readers met the enigmatic and brooding Simon Serrailler in The Various Haunts of Men and got to know him better in the four mysteries that followed.In The Betrayal of Trust, she has written the most chilling and unputdownable book yet. Freak weather and flash floods have hit southern England. The small cathedral town of Lafferton is underwater,/p>
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Susan Hill's readers met the enigmatic and brooding Simon Serrailler in The Various Haunts of Men and got to know him better in the four mysteries that followed.In The Betrayal of Trust, she has written the most chilling and unputdownable book yet. Freak weather and flash floods have hit southern England. The small cathedral town of Lafferton is underwater, and a landslip on the moor has closed the roads. As the rain slowly drains away, a shallow grave––and a skeleton––are exposed; twenty years on, the remains of missing teenager Joanne Lowther have finally been uncovered. The case is reopened and Simon Serrailler is called in as Senior Investigating Officer. Joanne, an only child, had been on her way home from a friend's house that night. She was the daughter of a prominent local businessman, and her mother had killed herself two years after she disappeared, unable to cope. Cold cases are always tough, and in this latest mystery in the acclaimed series from Susan Hill, Simon Serrailler is forced to confront his most grisly, dangerous, and complex case yet.
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"Thoughtful mysteries...elegant prose."
"The updated plotlines of the cathedral town's residents will be part of the fun attached to watching Serrailler and his crew solve the two mysteries...this series has many devotees, who find in the enigmatic Serrailler the same appealing mix of intelligence and sensitivity that characterizes P. D. James' Adam Dalgliesh." — Booklist
"Not all great novelists can write crime fiction, but when one like Susan Hill does it, the result is stunning." - -Ruth Rendell
"Thoughtful mysteries...elegant prose." — The New York Times Book Review
"It's the intelligence of this brooding series that rivets a reader's attention." — Maureen Corrigan, Washington Post
"Eagerly awaited by all aficionados of crime fiction." — P.D. James
"If you like your crime fiction with strong overtones of serious literature, look no further than Hill . . . Some suspense novels are demonstrably character-driven and some are plot-driven, while others are atmospheric and haunting. Hill manages to combine all of those elements seamlessly, not favoring one over the other, all the while imbuing her narrative with a social conscience rarely displayed in genre fiction . . . As I wrote of Hill in a review of The Various Haunts of Men (2007): 'Fans of P.D. James and Ruth Rendell can rest easy, knowing that those authors' tradition of fine storytelling will move forward at least one more generation.' I stand by that 100 percent." — Bookpage (November 2011), Top Pick in Mystery
“Hill knows how to keep those pages turning.” — Chicago Sun-Times
"The Betrayal of Trust by Susan Hill is a superb mystery." — San Francisco Book Review
"The updated plotlines of the cathedral town's residents will be part of the fun attached to watching Serrailler and his crew solve the two mysteries...this series has many devotees, who find in the enigmatic Serrailler the same appealing mix of intelligence and sensitivity that characterizes P. D. James' Adam Dalgliesh."
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Severe Weather Warning
The Met Office has issued a severe weather warning for much of south-west England from noon today. Storms will affect the whole region. There will be torrential rain and high winds, reaching gale force at times, with gusts reaching 80 miles per hour in exposed places. There is a risk of flash flooding in many areas and drivers are warned to take extra care. Flood alerts are now in place for the following rivers in the south and south-western region . . .
The rain had been steady all afternoon as Simon Serrailler drove home from Wales and the wedding of an old friend. Now, as he poured himself a whisky, it was lashing against the tall windows of his flat and the gale was roaring up between the houses of the Cathedral Close. The frames rattled.
He had spread out some of his recent drawings on the long table, to begin the careful business of selection for his next exhibition. The living room was a serene, secure refuge, the lamps casting soft shadows onto the walls and elm floor. Simon was no lover of weddings but he had known Harry Blades since university, after which their paths had diverged, Harry to go into the army, Simon to Hendon, but they had kept in touch, tried to meet every year, and he had been happy to play best man on the previous day. He was even happier to be home in his own calm space, sketchbooks open, drink in hand. For his last birthday his stepmother had bought him the Everyman hardback of Evelyn Waugh’s Sword of Honour trilogy and later, after making an omelette, he was going to settle down on the sofa with it, plus a second whisky.
The storm blew louder and a couple of times made him jump as a burst of hail spattered against the glass and a razor blade of lightning sliced down the sky at the same time as thunder crashed directly overhead.
‘Spare a thought for those who have to be out in it,’ his mother would have said. He spared one, for police on patrol, the fire and rescue services, the rough sleepers.
It was not a night to let a cat out.
In the Deerbon farmhouse, the cat Mephisto slept on the kitchen sofa, head to tail-tip and deep in the cushion, with no intention of venturing out of his flap into the howling night.
Cat pulled back the curtain but it was impossible to see anything beyond the water coursing down the window. Sam was in bed reading, Hannah was writing her secret diary, Felix asleep. It was not her children but her lodger Cat was worried about. Molly Lucas, final-year medical student at Bevham General, had come to live with them five months ago and slotted straight into their lives so easily that it was hard to imagine the place without her. She was out during the day but always glad to look after the children any evening, was tidy, quiet, cheerful and anxious to learn as much from Cat as she could in the run-up to her exams. She relaxed by baking bread and cakes so that there was usually a warm loaf on the table and the tins were full. The children had taken to Molly from the start. She played chess with Sam and shared a mystifying taste in pop music with Hannah. Felix was in love with her. It had taken Cat a while to feel happy about inviting someone into the house. Even just having a lodger felt like too big a change. She knew she was afraid that somehow it would move her on yet another step from the old life with Chris. But once Molly had arrived she realised, not for the first time, that when something new came about, the old was not therefore obliterated. Less importantly, she no longer had to rely on her father and Judith to look after the children if she was on call or at choir practice. Once or twice recently, she had also accepted invitations to supper with old friends. Going out was not only good for her spirits but a different kind of freedom for the children – she had clung to them and it had been a long time after Chris’s death before she had stopped waking in terror that one of them was going to die too.
It was after nine and she was worried. Molly had been working in the med. school library. She biked to and from the hospital, a well-equipped, fast and efficient cyclist, but this was no storm to be out in on two wheels and the severe weather warning had gone up a grade since the last time Cat had tuned in to Radio Bevham. She had rung Molly’s mobile but it was switched off, tried the hospital but the library closed at six on Sundays.
She went upstairs. Hannah was asleep, her diary with its little gilt lock put away in the top drawer of her chest, its key on a chain round her neck. Cat remembered the need of an eleven-yearold to keep a diary private, and the fury she had felt when her father had mocked her about her own. How much it had mattered. The wind sent something crashing. Rain was coming in through the cracks around two of the bedroom window frames and the ledges were full of water.
The storm seemed to be trapped in the roof space and roaring to be let out. Thunder cracked, startling Felix, who shouted out but barely woke and was easily settled again.
‘This is how the world will end,’ Sam said casually, looking up from Journey to the Centre of the Earth as she went past.
‘Possibly, but not tonight.’ Cat did not wait for him to ask how she knew that, nor did she tell him to put his light out. He would debate until dawn if she let him and she had no need to worry about the reading – when he was tired, he simply fell asleep, lamp on, book in hand, and either she or Molly sorted him out when they went upstairs.
Cat picked up the phone again.
Just after midnight the river burst its banks. The car park of the supermarket on the Bevham Road was underwater within minutes, the streets and the lanes around the cathedral filled up, and in the grid of roads known as the Apostles water roared up through back gardens and pushed its way under doors into the terraced houses. The fire services were out but could do little in the dark, and it was too dangerous to try installing floodlights in the high wind. The storm washed a ton of debris down from the Moor onto the road below, causing a lorry to overturn.
The road that skirted the Hill was impassable and the houses nearby now at risk.
‘Si, were you asleep?’
‘You’re joking. Are you OK?’
‘We are, but Molly isn’t back and she’s not answering her phone.’
‘Which way does she usually come?’
‘Depends . . . at this time of night probably the bypass – it’s quiet and it’s quicker. What should I do? I rang the hospital but they don’t think she’s there.’
‘Could she have gone home with a friend rather than risk it on her bike?’
‘She’d have rung me.’
‘Right, I’ll put in a call . . . there’s a red alert now and there’ll be plenty of people around. If she’s had an accident they’ll find her.’
‘Thanks, I’d be grateful. Molly’s so reliable, she’d always let me know. How was the wedding?’
‘How did she look?’
‘The bride, duh.’
‘Oh God, I don’t know . . . fine, I guess, beautiful, all that sort of thing.’
‘Not going to ask what she was wearing.’
‘No, no, I can tell you that. It was white. Now go to bed – I’ll ring if I hear anything.’
But she would lie awake until she had news. She made tea and settled down next to Mephisto, who had not stirred for several hours. The rain was still drumming on the roof. She had been reading a book about the lives of women in oppressive regimes, but after a couple of pages set it aside and got a battered paperback of a favourite Nancy Mitford novel from the shelf. Reading that was like eating porridge and cream, and slipped down in a similarly comforting way.
Ten minutes later, Molly fell through the door, soaked and exhausted, having waded through flooded roads and then been blown off her bike. She had a badly cut hand and was shaken, but Cat gathered from her usual grin that it would take more even than this to crush her spirit.
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Susan Hill’s novels and short stories have won the Whitbread, Somerset Maugham, and John Llewellyn Rhys awards, and the Yorkshire Post Book of the Year, and been shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. She is the author of fifty-six books. The play adapted from her famous ghost story, The Woman in Black, has been running in the West End since 1989; it is also a major feature film starring Daniel Radcliffe. Her crime novels featuring DCS Simon Serrailler are currently being adapted for TV.
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The problem with reviews are that they are personal opinions for the most part. I always read them and if there are a preponderance of negative reviews. I usually am influenced by that. I have read all the previous books and really enjoyed them. So i decided to go ahead and read this in spite of the many bad reviews. I'm glad i did. This book was just as enjoyable as the others. The characters are so dear and familiar. They are the main focus. If you listen to the negatives, you will miss another chapter of the Serrailer family.
In general, I like Susan Hill's work, but this book seems obsessed with dementia and terminal illness. Part of the plot, but greatly overdone. Not sure why. Also, book jacket and the above overview both state it is Joanne Lowther who was missing for 20 years. Yet, the text of the book is clear that it is Harriet Lowther and the time is 16 years. Sloppy work by the publisher. Really sloppy.
If you want a book about end of life illnesses, dementia, hospice care, or the debate about assisted suicide, you may want to read this book. The mystery or police procedural coverage is lost in the other material and the ending is totally unsatisfactory.
I agree with the other review. They plot never develops completely and the ending is unresolved as well. Multiple stories within the book that start to come together and then you turn the page and the book is finished??? This is the first book I have read by this author and I am not sure there will be a second! Very disappointing.
So many idiotic reviews of this excellent book. When I see so many like this, I always suspect spam by jealous, less capable writers. I was particularly impressed with the clown who complained that tg,he characters in this book were one dimensional. Either this person cannot read, or they are lying deliberately. I am a reader who is more interested in character development than plot, and I am telling you one-dimensional is the last thing characters in this book are. Some of them are unlikeable, but they are richly nuanced and unlikeable. If you have liked her other books, don't fall for the sabotage reviews.
I was looking for a new, well written English mystery series. This was not it. I have read and own everything by P. D. James, Ruth Rendell, and Colin Dexter. I own them because they are so good, I love to re-read them. The characters and stories are richly drawn, complex and believable. This was the first book that I have read by Susan Hill. I will not waste my time or money on another. This one is already in the Goodwill box. Maybe others she has written are good, but I hate reading a book that when I finish it I feel like I have wasted my time. Comparing this writer to P. D. James is insulting to P. D. James, and Serrallier is no Adam Dalgliesh by any stretch of the imagination. Hill's characters are flat and unbelievable. Her story line is confused and unbelievable. I agree with the other post that the mystery and police procedural aspects of this story are lost in her convoluted, rambling threads about dementia and assisted suicide. The ending is extremely weak. The character of Serrallier appears to be deciding that he is going to bury his findings regarding a double murder because the murderer is now suffering from dementia. He also muses that there is no forensic evidence, ignoring (?) the van in the driveway that could have been used to transport the bodies. The book simply ends on that note. Although of course the murderer is no longer fit to stand trial, I don't think a character, a Police Officer, who is portrayed as having a strong sense of justice could or would do this. There is an accomplice who engineered the cover-up there are two families who have lost innocent loved ones. There are police officers who have been working this case along with Serrallier. It is an improbable ending. I also noticed the errors on the dust jacket and in the above Overview. One wonders if anyone at the publisher ever even read this book.
I didn't buy this book because I heard so many negitive comments about it. I have read and loved all the other books in this series and have ordered the last A Question of Idenity and hope it is as good as the others.
I have read all of this series. I loved this book. Maybe because I know the characters and how they have developed over the years. I read it in a day and could not put it down. I hope Susan Hill continues this series.
If you want to read a morbidly depressing book the likes of Dr. Kevorkian then this is the book for you, there are two many subplots and to many unrelated characters that are left hanging in the wind I don't even know why some of them were in the book the plot never takes them anywere. They are like little novels about a bunch of unrelated people and stories. Do not believe the description of this book on the listing, it is totally inaccurate. Do your self a favor and money and buy a different book.