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Winner of the Anthony Award for Best First Novel

Lily Moore fled to Spain to get away from her troubled, drug-addicted younger sister, Claudia. When Claudia is found dead in a bathtub on the anniversary of their mother’s suicide, Lily must return to New York to deal with the aftermath.

The situation shifts from tragic to baffling when the body at the morgue turns out to be that of a stranger who had been using Claudia’s identity. The real ...

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Winner of the Anthony Award for Best First Novel

Lily Moore fled to Spain to get away from her troubled, drug-addicted younger sister, Claudia. When Claudia is found dead in a bathtub on the anniversary of their mother’s suicide, Lily must return to New York to deal with the aftermath.

The situation shifts from tragic to baffling when the body at the morgue turns out to be that of a stranger who had been using Claudia’s identity. The real Claudia had vanished months earlier, reappearing briefly on the day the impostor died. As Claudia transforms from victim to suspect in the eyes of the police, Lily becomes determined to find her before they do.

Is Claudia actually missing or is she playing an elaborate con game? And who’s responsible for the body in the tub? Determined to learn the truth at any cost, Lily is unprepared for the terrible toll it will take on her and those she loves.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Davidson's razor sharp mystery debut, travel journalist Lily Moore, who's been living in Spain, rushes home to Manhattan's Lower East Side on learning that her younger sister, Claudia, a recovering heroin addict, has apparently drowned in her bathtub on the anniversary of their mother's suicide. The corpse in the morgue, however, is that of a stranger who'd been posing as Claudia for months. So where's Claudia? An increasingly frantic Lily launches her private investigation while NYPD detectives Norah Renfrew and hunky "Brux" Bruxton oversee the official one. As Lily dodges the amorous attentions of Martin Sklar, her wealthy ex-boyfriend, who she suspects might've had a secret affair with Claudia, she discovers Claudia's connection to a recently deceased "pseudopsychologist" who had a habit of getting too involved with his female patients. Davidson, herself a travel journalist (Frommer's Toronto 2010), offers a great portrait of sisterly love, despite a dysfunctional past, as well as a highly satisfying mystery. (Oct.)
From the Publisher
“Grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go till the end.”

—Linda Fairstein, New York Times bestselling author

“[A] razor sharp mystery debut… Davidson offers a great portrait of sisterly love, despite a dysfunctional past, as well as a highly satisfying mystery.”

Publishers Weekly

“A tale of nonstop action with a nice final twist.”


“An intriguing psychological mystery with a fully drawn protagonist who is surrounded by real characters who either care for her or who want her to fit their idea of who she should be. Readers will eagerly await Davidson’s next book.”

Library Journal

“A sharp debut. Smart, dark, and complex, this mystery will keep you turning pages deep into the night. Ms. Davidson’s talent is toe-to-toe with the great Laura Lippman. My favorite new voice in crime fiction.”

—Allison Glasgow Robinson, Thuglit

“Sinking us into the noir New York of Sara Gran and Charlie Huston, The Damage Done delivers on all counts, offering both slow-burn suspense and creeping pathos. A rich, haunting debut.”

—Megan Abbott, Edgar Award–winning author of Bury Me Deep

"Likeable characters, a good puzzle and an excellent sense of place. Hilary Davidson is one to watch.”

—Margaret Cannon, The Globe & Mail

“Think Hitchcock writing for the hip Manhattan set. If Tess Gerritsen and Laura Lippman collaborated, you’d get a novel as fine as this. Startling and original.”

—Ken Bruen, award-winning author of London Boulevard

"One of the best debuts I’ve read in years"

—Jon Jordan, Crimespree Magazine

“A polished, nuanced thriller driven by sharply drawn characters and haunted by betrayal and loss. Hilary Davidson’s smart, worldly heroine confronts her own past as well as smooth villains and untrustworthy friends in an accomplished work that brilliantly balances the demands of tightly plotted noir with a compassionate exploration of family secrets and survivor’s guilt. A superb debut.”

—Dennis Tafoya, author of Dope Thief

“One doesn’t have to be a crime-fiction enthusiast to appreciate the rapidly paced plot or well-developed characters. Davidson weaves together a murder mystery so complex, it’ll have you asking ‘whodunit?’ right up until the last page.”

—Suzanna Chang, University of Toronto Magazine

“A twisty, unsettling mystery that explores the nature of identity theft and identity itself. A provocative debut.”

—Jane Stanton Hitchcock, New York Times bestselling author of Social Crimes

“Oh, what a deliciously tangled web of circumstances does author Hilary Davidson weave in her masterful debut, The Damage almost defies belief that this is Davidson’s first novel.”

—Elizabeth A. White, Savannah Morning News

“A sleek, savvy mystery that kept me turning pages and trying to figure out the beautifully constructed plot. Hilary Davidson’s debut is a memorable one.”

—Ed Gorman, award-winning author of The Poker Club

Library Journal
Successful writer Lily Moore returns to New York from Spain when her heroin-addicted sister is found dead in her bathtub on the anniversary of their mother's suicide. Lily is shocked to find that the dead woman is not her sister but has been living as Claudia Moore for six months. Where is the real Claudia? At this very vulnerable time, Lily's ex-fiancé reappears, causing further emotional turmoil, and then her life begins to disintegrate as everything that Lily believes is turned upside down. VERDICT Making a notable fiction debut, travel journalist Davidson has written an intriguing psychological mystery with a fully drawn protagonist who is surrounded by real characters who either care for her or who want her to fit their idea of who she should be. Readers will eagerly await Davidson's next book.
Kirkus Reviews

Even death doesn't stop the family's black sheep from causing more problems.

Claudia, who ingested drugs the way most of us breathe air, apparently took her last fix, then toppled into her bathtub, where she died. Eerily, the date of her demise coincides with the anniversary of her mother's suicide. Lily, who spent years tidying up the messes left by their father's abandonment, their mother's temperament and Claudia's escapades, returns from a year doing travel writing in Spain to handle her sister's final misdeed. She's stunned to learn that the body in the tub isn't Claudia; the woman who phoned in the death has gone missing; and the new tenant in the neighboring apartment seems to know every aspect of the family's sad history. Hoping that Claudia is alive somewhere, Lily goes looking for her with the help of her chum Tiger. Her search leads to some unsettling developments. Claudia may have seduced Lily's ex-fiancé Martin; Claudia's lover Tariq gets shot at; several people from the rehab center Claudia stayed at, including the corpse in the tub, are now dead. There will be one last revelation before all facts are known and Lily's days of mothering her sister come at last to an end.

Davidson's first mystery follows 18 nonfiction books. The story is zealously overplotted, but Lily's emotional center is true, and her career as a travel writer might make her a decent candidate for more temperate adventures.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765336392
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Series: Lily Moore Series , #1
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 873,367
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Hilary Davidson won the Anthony Award for Best First Novel for The Damage Done. That book also earned a Crimespree Award and was a finalist for the Arthur Ellis and Macavity awards. Hilary’s widely acclaimed short stories have been featured in publications from Ellery Queen to Thuglit, and in many anthologies. A Toronto-born travel journalist and the author of eighteen nonfiction books, she has lived in New York City since October 2001.

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It was the bright yellow tape that finally convinced me my sister was dead. When the police had called me, I’d cried for her, but afterward a slender thread of suspicion had snaked into my brain and coiled itself around my thoughts. Claudia was deceitful, like every junkie has to be, but she also had a temper and hated to be ignored. I’d kept my distance from her since September; maybe being the butt of the world’s worst practical joke was the price I would pay for four months of silence. That suspicion didn’t deter me from getting on the first flight I could out of Barcelona, but it kept my heart beating at a relatively steady pace until I’d arrived in New York. Part of me believed that I would come home and find my sister waiting for me with her dark eyes and twisted smile, pleased with herself for tricking me back into her orbit.

Instead, I’d raced up the stairs of the Lower East Side tenement and found her door crisscrossed with yellow crime-scene tape. My hands shook as I peeled it off the right side of the door frame, leaving tendrils dangling like wilted vines. This was further than Claudia had ever gone for a joke. My old keys still turned the two locks. Then I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The smell wasn’t anything like death. Instead, something sweetly floral made my nose twitch. The apartment had always been shortchanged on natural light, but there was enough to make out ghostly silhouettes of furniture. I brushed my hand against the wall and the overhead light flickered on. The living room was painted a robin’s egg blue, just as I’d left it when I’d hastily moved out a year ago. One wall was lined with my rickety old bookcases; across from them was the small sofa I’d found on the street and reupholstered, back in the days before bedbugs had made New Yorkers leery of sidewalk finds. There was a walnut night table I’d found at a thrift shop, with a new television and DVD player on it. At the far end of the room, under the window, was an Art Deco desk I’d regretted leaving behind. There was an empty space in the center, with a bright pink rectangle in it. It wasn’t until I was right in front of it that I realized it was an iPod. I wondered where my sister had come up with the money, and how she’d held back from pawning the gadgets when she was nauseated with the craving for a fix.

“Claudia?” I called out, my voice cracking on the last syllable. My voice was too loud in this empty room.

The floor was bare wood, cracked and splintered and crying out for refinishing. If the police had searched the apartment or taken any fingerprints, there weren’t any traces I could see. It looks like your sister drowned in her bathtub at home, the police detective had told me on the phone. Her tone was warm, as if she were sure that the cold body was a suicide or an accident. I’d heard that same soothing score from the police when my mother died. They wouldn’t bother with fingerprints in a case like that. I wondered if they’d straightened the place out, because Claudia thrived on chaos. Even when she came out of rehab, bursting with good intentions and energetic as a puppy, she left dirty plates and glasses around and deposited her worn clothing on the floor. There was a pile of magazines next to the sofa, Elle and Vogue and Travel & Leisure; Claudia often laughed at me for writing articles for them. Next to the TV was a stack of DVDs; Sex and the City was on top. Had she hidden them from me before? There was something darkly humorous about the fact she’d never kept her drug use a secret from me, but that her unspeakable shame was an indulgence in pop culture.

I set my purse on the sofa and turned to the bookcase. On it sat a framed snapshot of six-year-old Claudia and eight-year-old me hugging in front of a Christmas tree. I had an identical picture in my purse, ripped from a frame in my Barcelona apartment, an ocean away. One shelf above held a photo of our parents on their wedding day. Next to that was the painted porcelain rabbit that had been our father’s last Christmas gift to Claudia. The pictures of my sister with her goth posse of art-school dropouts were gone. On the top shelf was a red card with a heart wrapped in a bow on the front. I picked it up.

Claudia, what will I do without you over the holidays? Only nine days until I see you again. I’ll be counting the minutes. M

I set it back on the shelf, remembering a couple of Claudia’s boyfriends who’d expressed their devotion through tattoos. Did the use of a single initial indicate a certain playfulness or a desire to hide his identity? I wondered if M knew about Claudia yet. I didn’t want to track him down just to break his heart, but there wasn’t much else I could do for my sister now.

Wandering through the short hallway, past the galley kitchen, I stopped in front of the bathroom door. It was closed, and the cold metal of the knob made my hand freeze. I didn’t want to see the room where my sister had died. Nothing would get me to open that door. Letting go, I backed slowly into the bedroom. Here was a hint of the familiar shambles, at least. There were no overflowing ashtrays or used cotton balls, but an open suitcase on the bed was stuffed with clothing that was piled too high for the bag ever to close. A black dress flopped drunkenly over a chair, a pair of black pumps in the gutter beneath. The label on the dress caught my eye. Prada. Claudia, shopping at Prada? Not likely. Shoplifting at Prada was a possibility.

The clothes on the bed bore similar labels. Feeling slightly emboldened, I reached for the closet door. Inside, stacked like bricks in a crumbling wall, sat dozens of shoeboxes. Manolo Blahnik. Christian Louboutin. Jimmy Choo. How did anyone, even Claudia, steal that many shoes? I peeked inside a box and found a pair of black patent stilettos. The smooth red leather sole was virgin. Size nine? My sister and I were the same height, five foot six, and we wore a size seven shoe. She had stolen enough clothes from me over the years that I knew we were the same size, though when Claudia’s heroin addiction spiraled out of control, as it always did before each stint in rehab, she vanished into the skeletal range. Had my sister been involved in some scam to fence designer shoes? I pulled down a couple of hangers from the densely packed clothing rack. Gucci. Michael Kors. More Prada. Everything would have fit Claudia, assuming she wasn’t subsisting just on junk and tar.

I almost missed the brown cardboard box on the floor. The handwriting on it was flowing and feminine, and I wondered who was sending parcels to my little sister. I tore into the box before I realized it was from me. Before Christmas, I’d phoned in an order for an expensive, impossible-to-find perfume called Tabac Blond that my sister loved. The store had couriered over the box and Claudia had abandoned it in the closet, unopened. An odd sense of rejection made a lump in my throat and I shut the closet door.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, it felt as if the year since the apartment had been mine had multiplied into ten. I’d left it behind with almost everything I owned when I’d moved to Spain. Why had I been in such a rush? My own personal life was a shambles, but … My eyes fell on a silver bracelet and I made a strangled sound. It looked almost innocent, sitting atop the scarred wood of the old dresser. I stood and grabbed it, then rolled it around in my hands. It was an inch-wide bangle with an interlacing Irish scrollwork pattern on its surface. The inscription read For Lily, With Love Always, Dad.

For a moment I thought I’d burst into tears. It wasn’t awful enough that Claudia was dead; now I was reminded how much I hated her sometimes. The bracelet was the last Christmas present I ever had from my father. He’d even let me open it on Christmas Eve. We’ll have to wrap it up tight again, he’d said, imagine the hell your mother will give me otherwise. Then he’d died that night and I’d treasured and guarded his gift. I’d worn it to sleep as a teenager, afraid my mother would sell it for brandy or gin. Eighteen months ago, when I’d allowed a very sick Claudia to move in with me, it went missing. My sister had hepatitis then, and her normally pale skin was flushed yellow with jaundice. You don’t think I took it, do you? she’d said, the picture of frail innocence. Deep down, I’d always known she had. Even when she wasn’t shooting heroin she needed cash to buy her more-than-state-allotted doses of methadone, which provided its own high. But I’d never suspected she would steal it just to take it away from me. Dropping onto the bed, I took deep breaths and tried to pull myself together. I hadn’t thought I could be sadder or angrier or more miserable than I was when I found out my sister was dead, but I was wrong.

Excerpted from The Damage Done by Hilary Davidson.

Copyright © 2010 by Hilary Davidson.

Published in October 2010 by Tom Doherty Associates Book.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted August 24, 2012

    great start to a promising adventure series

    I read about Davidson's second book, The Next One to Fall, and thought it sounded interesting so ordered the first in the series, The Damage Done. I am glad that I did. Lily Moore, a travel journalist, like Davidson, returns from Spain to New York City in search of her troubled drug addicted sister and the pages start turning, twisting, and turning. This is one of those books that you can and will want to read in one sitting, as the pace moves quickly and coherently. The character of Lily and her best friend Jesse are promising and believable personalities that are worth getting to know in future adventures. Next is Machu Picchu with Lily and Jesse and I am looking forward to archair travelling along. This is a fresh and interesting formula with the travel writing and adventure and I can't wait to see where Davidson takes us.

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    Posted March 28, 2013

    cannot put it down

    I am only half way through this book and I hate to put it down each night. Love this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    excellant can't put down

    Very good read story draws you right in want to keep going to see what will happen next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2013

    Excellent award winning mystery

    This novel won Davidson the Anthony Award for the best first novel by a mystery writer; the award is well deserved.

    Lily Moore travels to New York after she receives word that her sister Claudia, a heroin addict, was found dead in the bathtub of an apartment. The death is reminiscent of that of the Moores' own mother, an alcholic, and, at first Lily speculates that the death was a copy cat suicide. The problem is that, when Lily goes to identify the body, it turns out not to be that of Claudia.

    Throughout the novel, things are often not as they first appear. Lily's relationship with Claudia is complex as Lily alternately feels hatred toward her sister and then feelings of guilt for not having taken more responsibility. All in all, a complex story with an ending that ties many happenings together into a single, satisfying narrative.

    I actually read this story because I wanted to read Davidson's second novel which begins in Machu Picchu, but felt I should begin with the prequel. I am glad I did.

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  • Posted September 27, 2010

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    Readers will want Moore thrillers like this one from Hilary Davidson

    The Damage Done
    Hilary Davidson
    Forge, Sep 28 2010, $24.99
    ISBN: 9780765326973

    Travel journalist Lily Moore is in Spain when she learns that her drug addict younger sister Claudia apparently drowned in a bathtub. She is stunned as this is on the same day their mom committed suicide years ago. Hysterical Lily leaves Europe for Manhattan.

    Lily goes to the morgue to identify the body only the corpse is not Claudia. Apparently the dead stranger has impersonated Claudia for months. NYPD detectives Norah Renfrew and "Brux" Bruxton lead the investigation in which the only suspect is the missing Claudia, but anxious Lily searches for her sibling too. Her former boyfriend wealthy Martin Sklar keeps pushing her for a second chance, Lily finds out that Claudia had hooked up with a recently deceased pseudo-psychologist whose tendency was to get unprofessionally too close with his female patients.

    Although The Damage Done contains two interrelated strong mysteries, the story line is character driven by mostly Lily. Her need to find her sister brings a humanizing genuineness to the whodunit; especially the amateur sleuth elements as she searches irregardless of her own safety and in spite of the sibling estrangement. Readers will want Moore thrillers like this one from Hilary Davidson.

    Harriet Klausner

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