The Chemistry of Death

The Chemistry of Death

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by Simon Beckett

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Three years ago, David Hunter moved to rural Norfolk to escape his life in London, his gritty work in forensics, and a tragedy that nearly destroyed him. Working as a simple country doctor, seeing his lost wife and daughter only in his dreams, David struggles to remain uninvolved when the corpse of a woman is found in the woods, a macabre sign from her killer


Three years ago, David Hunter moved to rural Norfolk to escape his life in London, his gritty work in forensics, and a tragedy that nearly destroyed him. Working as a simple country doctor, seeing his lost wife and daughter only in his dreams, David struggles to remain uninvolved when the corpse of a woman is found in the woods, a macabre sign from her killer decorating her body. In one horrifying instant, the quiet summer countryside that had been David’s refuge has turned malevolent—and suddenly there is no place to hide.

The village of Manham is tight-knit, far from the beaten path. As a newcomer, Dr. Hunter is immediately a suspect. Once an expert in analyzing human remains, he reluctantly joins the police investigation—and when another woman disappears, it soon becomes personal. Because this time she is someone David knows, someone who has managed to penetrate the icy barrier around his heart. With a killer’s bizarre and twisted methods screaming out to him, with a brooding countryside beset with suspicion, David can feel the darkness gathering around him. For as the clock ticks down on a young woman’s life, David must follow a macabre trail of clues—all the way to its final, horrifying conclusion.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
British author Beckett (Fine Lines) delivers a promising serial-killer whodunit, the first of a new crime series. Dr. David Hunter, a successful forensic anthropologist, retreats to the quiet Norfolk village of Manham, where he works as a general practitioner, after a drunk driver claims the lives of his wife and daughter. Three years after this tragedy, the shattering discovery of the mutilated corpse of a neighbor, Sally Palmer, forces Hunter back into the world of studying decomposing corpses. When another woman disappears, Hunter and the police conclude that a serial predator is at work, and they race against time to prevent a second murder. High quality prose and a compelling if flawed hero haunted by the memory of his family help compensate for a plot that starts strongly but winds down to a somewhat predictable resolution. (Sept.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Forensic anthropologist Dr. David Hunter moves to a rural British village, hoping to escape his tragic past. Unfortunately, the young widower finds his life in turmoil again when a serial killer begins to prey on local women. Upon learning of Hunter's criminal investigation expertise, the local police make it abundantly clear that he must assist. As young females continue to be kidnapped, turning up dead in disturbing poses, the villagers' recognition that one of their own is responsible for the ritualistic slayings magnifies the horror. (What is one to make of a serial killer who inserts swan wings into a victim's torso?) Old secrets are revealed, and suspicions rise along with the sweltering summer heat. Once Hunter and the police figure out the killer's pattern, their desperate race against time makes this thriller nearly impossible to set aside. The gory crimes in all their detail will entice CSI, Patricia Cornwell, and Kathy Reichs fans, but it's the subtle psychological nuances that make this debut really shine. Highly recommended. Teresa L. Jacobsen, Solano Cty. Lib., CA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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"High quality prose... A promising serial-killer whodunit... compelling."—Publishers Weekly

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The Chemistry of Death

By Simon Beckett

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Chapter One

Chapter One

A human body starts to decompose four minutes after death. Once the encapsulation of life, it now undergoes its final metamorphoses. It begins to digest itself. Cells dissolve from the inside out. Tissue turns to liquid, then to gas. No longer animate, the body becomes an immovable feast for other organisms. Bacteria first, then insects. Flies. Eggs are laid, then hatch. The larvae feed on the nutrient-rich broth, and then migrate. They leave the body in orderly fashion, following each other in a neat procession that always heads south. South-east or south-west sometimes, but never north. No-one knows why.

By now the body's muscle protein has broken down, producing a potent chemical brew. Lethal to vegetation, it kills the grass as the larvae crawl through it, forming an umbilical of death that extends back the way they came. In the right conditions–dry and hot, say, without rain–it can extend for yards, a wavering brown conga-line of fat yellow grubs. It's a curious sight, and for the curious what could be more natural than to follow this phenomenon back to its source? Which was how the Yates boys found what was left of Sally Palmer.

Neil and Sam came across the maggot trail on the edge of Farnham Wood, where it borders the marsh. It was the second week of July, and already the unnatural summer seemed to have been going on for ever. The heat seemedeternal, leaching the colour from the trees and baking the ground to the hardness of bone. The boys were on their way to Willow Hole, a reed pond that passed as the local swimming pool. They were meeting friends there, and would spend the Sunday afternoon bombing into the tepid green water from an overhanging tree. At least, so they thought.

I see them as bored and listless, drugged by the heat and impatient with each other. Neil, at eleven three years older than his brother, would be walking slightly ahead of Sam to demonstrate his impatience. There's a stick in his hand, with which he whips the stalks and branches he passes. Sam trudges along behind, sniffing from time to time. Not from a summer cold, but from the hay fever that also reddens his eyes. A mild antihistamine would help him, but at this stage he doesn't know that. He always sniffs during summer. Always the shadow to his bigger brother, he walks with his head down, which is why he and not his brother notices the maggot trail.

He stops and examines it before shouting Neil back. Neil is reluctant, but Sam has obviously found something. He tries to act unimpressed, but the undulating line of maggots intrigues him just as much as it does his brother. The two of them crouch over the grubs, pushing dark hair out of similar faces and wrinkling their noses at the ammoniac smell. And though neither could later remember whose idea it was to see where they were coming from, I imagine it to be Neil's. Having walked past the maggots himself, he would be keen to assert his authority once more. So it's Neil who sets off first, heading towards the yellowed tufts of marsh grass from which the larvae are flowing, and leaving Sam to follow.

Did they notice the smell as they approached? Probably. It would be strong enough to cut through even Sam's blocked sinuses. And they probably knew what it was. No city boys, these, they would be familiar with the cycle of life and death. The flies, too, would have alerted them, a somnolent buzzing that seemed to fill the heat. But the body they discovered was not the sheep or deer, or even dog, they might have expected. Naked but unrecognizable in the sun, Sally Palmer was full of movement, a rippling infestation that boiled under her skin and erupted from mouth and nose, as well as the other less natural openings in her body. The maggots that spilled from her pooled on the ground before crawling away in the line that now stretched beyond the Yates boys.

I don't suppose it matters which one broke first, but I think it would be Neil. As ever, Sam would have taken his cue from his big brother, trying to keep up in a race that led them first home, then to the police station.

And then, finally, to me.

As well as a mild sedative, I also gave Sam antihistamine to help his hay fever. By this time, though, he wasn't the only one to have red eyes. Neil too was still shaken by their discovery, although now he was beginning to recover his juvenile poise. So it was he rather than Sam who told me what had happened, already starting to reduce the raw memory to a more acceptable form, a story to be told and retold. And later, when the tragic events of that preternaturally hot summer had run their course, years later Neil would be telling it still, forever identified as the one whose discovery had started it all.

But it hadn't. It was just that, until then, we had never realized what was living among us.

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Meet the Author

Simon Beckett is a freelance journalist and the author of The Chemistry of Death. He is married and lives in England, where he is at work on his next thriller featuring Dr. David Hunter.

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Chemistry of Death 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book 'The Chemistry of Death' is a very intriguing and exhilirating story full of twists and turns that excite the reader and make them want to go on reading. It is British crime fiction at its best. While being shocking and disturbing, it is also very compelling and quite a gripping story that has the reader on the edge of their seat the entire time. David Hunter is the man character and is haunted by his dreams of the car accident that killed his wife and daughter three years ago. To escape his nightmares, he flees London and turns his back on everything he knows and eventually settles in the house of Dr, Henry Maitland, working as a GP. Back in London, David was a forensic anthropologist who when he fleed, left his career and life behind him. But now, with the series of gruesome murders, Hunter must recall his past as an anthropologist to help solve the mysteries. In the beginning, the body of a local women is found in a marsh on the outskirts of the village. David discovers that the body is of his close friend, Sally Palmer, and at that moment he decided to dig up his past and help examine the body for clues as to why she died. This soon begins the tiresome and frusterating task of piecing together the few facts he has completed from scene of the crime. Soon enough, another woman is missing and the mystery to solve the case becomes bigger. Without a suspect and no definite evidence, David must use the ground around where the bodies were found and the decomposed bodies to figure out more pieces to the puzzle. David is soon torn and tired from helping with the investigations, he finds comfort in being with Jenny Hammond, the school teacher. But when events begin that cause Jenny's life to spin out of control, David's dream of his wife and daughter are revived again and give him clues as to find Jenny and help her. The story races towards a heart wrenching climax where David discovers that the murderer of the young women, is hiding just where he least expects. David must compell all of his knowledge to find the poor and fearful Jenny, and to discover the person who had been committing the gruesome murders.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once I started reading this book, I could not put it down. With the different plot twists, this book will keep you on the edge of your seat. I can't wait for another book from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing i recommend
manolod1 More than 1 year ago
Read one of his books (the 3rd one) then went on line to buy all his books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you like murder mysteries, this one is the one. Followed up by the sequel..Written In Bone
Anonymous 12 months ago
Beckett has a nice touch and got me wanting more
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clcarr More than 1 year ago
This book held my interest well. I then read others by the same author and then links to other in it's genre. I have read so many books since reading this one! I do remember the ending was unexpected. I also remember I enjoyed reading it even through the gore! Good mystery.
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