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The Next One to Fall

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by Hilary Davidson

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Anthony Award-winner Hilary Davidson presents The Next One to Fall.

Travel writer Lily Moore has been persuaded by her closest friend, photographer Jesse Robb, to visit Peru with him. Jesse is convinced that the trip will lure Lily out of her dark mood, but Lily is still haunted by the death of her sister. At Machu Picchu, the famous Lost City of the Incas


Anthony Award-winner Hilary Davidson presents The Next One to Fall.

Travel writer Lily Moore has been persuaded by her closest friend, photographer Jesse Robb, to visit Peru with him. Jesse is convinced that the trip will lure Lily out of her dark mood, but Lily is still haunted by the death of her sister. At Machu Picchu, the famous Lost City of the Incas, they discover a woman clinging to life at the bottom of an ancient stone staircase. Just before the woman dies, she tells Lily the name of the man who pushed her.

When the local police investigate, the forensic evidence they find doesn't match what Lily knows. Unable to accept the official ruling of accidental death, Lily hunts down the wealthy man who was the dead woman's traveling companion and discovers a pattern of dead and missing women in his wake.

Obsessed with getting justice for these women, Lily sets in motion a violent chain of events that will have devastating consequences.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Davidson’s exciting follow-up to her debut, 2010’s The Damage Done, takes travel journalist Lily Moore, who’s still reeling from her sister’s death in The Damage Done, to Peru. Soon after Lily and her photographer best friend, Jesse Robb, overhear an argument between a couple while exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu, they discover a woman of about 30 lying at the bottom of a steep staircase. The fatally injured woman, who says her name is Trista, claims her boyfriend, Len, made her drink some sort of drug, then pushed her down the stairs. When the police dismiss the death as an accidental fall, Lily resolves to get justice for Trista. Len, Lily soon learns, is a rich boy gone bad with a past riddled with missing women. The rich history and geography of Peru add depth to an engrossing mystery that constantly keeps the reader guessing. Agent: Judith Weber. (Feb.)
The Seattle Times

Davidson delivers an exhilirating view of Machu Picchu as well as an exciting plot that revolves around a woman lost in the throes of grief.
New York Times bestselling author of I'd Know You Laura Lippman

Lily Moore is one of the most appealing 'amateur' sleuths I've encountered in years. The vivid sense of place -- Peru, in this case -- is everything one would expect from a seasoned travel journalist like Hilary Davidson, the story is deliciously twisty, the characters engaging. I know I can't be the only reader looking forward to more Moore.
author of The Nightmare Thief Meg Gardiner

An atmospheric mystery with an ending that packs a punch. Lily Moore is a passionate and tenacious heroine.
three-time Shamus Award–winning author of Hu Reed Farrel Coleman

Hilary Davidson knocks it out of the park. If this book doesn't get your motor running, have someone check you for a pulse.
Library Journal
Despite her still-fresh grief over her sister's death just three months earlier, travel writer Lily Moore agrees to visit the Peruvian Andes at the prodding of her best buddy, photographer Jesse. While climbing at the famous lost Inca city of Machu Picchu, the duo overhear an argument and a scream and then find a woman's body crumpled on the ground. With no one around to assist them, Lily can only comfort the dying woman while Jesse gets help. Dismissing the woman as an American junkie, the local police rule her death accidental. But Lily and Jesse soon find themselves in danger because of the dead woman's connections to a wealthy family eager to suppress any evidence of suspicious activity regarding a black sheep son. VERDICT Davidson's follow-up to her Anthony Award-winning debut (The Damage Done) will leave you breathless, and not just because of the Andes' high altitude. Her determined young travel writer propels the exciting plot like a rocket. Think Jamie Freveletti's thrillers (Running from the Devil) for no-holds-barred action and the single-mindedness of the protagonist.
Kirkus Reviews
An attempt to overcome grief with a trip to fascinating Machu Picchu leads to even more wild intrigue. Three months after her sister Claudia's heroin-fueled death (The Damage Done, 2010), travel writer Lily Moore accompanies her best friend, the peripatetic, wisecracking gay man Jesse Robb, to Machu Picchu. There, high up on the mountain viewing the ruins, they overhear an argument, then spot a girl plummeting downward while a man runs off. The woman's last words convince Lily that she's been murdered. Discovering why and whodunit will thrust Lily into the orbit of Len Wolven, a billionaire's nutty son, who caused his first wife's death and may be responsible for his second wife's disappearance. Now that Wolven's paid for the fallen woman to join him in Peru and fed her a hallucinogenic, his henchmen are determined to silence Lily, either with bribes, knives or gunplay. In short order, Wolven's second wife's sister comes looking for her, and his own half sister appears, remorseful about the chaos he's caused. Since no one's version of the events matches anyone else's, Lily doesn't know who to trust. Before she can decide, Jesse is shot and she's kidnapped and assaulted. Then Wolven commits suicide. Or does he? More lies will be told and alliances upended when the sisters, the henchmen and Lily and Jesse wind up at the mercy of Wolven's wheelchair-bound father. The mystery is a bit over the top, but Lily's feelings for her sister ring painfully true, and Davidson's rendering of Machu Picchu and Cusco would merit a pisco sour toast even from the great Jan Morris.
From the Publisher

“Davidson has already achieved a remarkable fusion of mainstream mystery with a dark streak a mile wide. Her voice is a fresh and welcome addition to the noir landscape.” —Los Angeles Review of Books

“Exciting. The rich history and geography of Peru add depth to an engrossing mystery that constantly keeps the reader guessing.” —Publishers Weekly

“Will leave you breathless, and not just because of the Andes' high altitude. Her determined young travel writer propels the exciting plot like a rocket.” —Library Journal

“Davidson's rendering of Machu Picchu and Cusco would merit a pisco sour toast even from the great Jan Morris.” —Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

Tom Doherty Associates
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Lily Moore Series , #2
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First Edition
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.40(d)

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Standing at the edge of the mountain, I imagined what it would feel like to let go. There were thousands of feet between me and the valley of the winding Urubamba River. It was lush and green and oddly inviting. I stared down, feeling an exhilarating combination of anticipation and trepidation tugging at me.

“Say cheese, Tiger Lily.”

The voice shoved my dark thoughts aside. “Not another photo.” I looked at Jesse. “This is my fourth day in these clothes.”

“It’s only day two for that shirt. I’m pretty sure you changed yesterday.” Jesse tousled my hair. “You’re always so glamorous. It’s kinda fun to see you roughin’ it. Like Ava Gardner in Mogambo—you know, the scene where she tries to feed the baby elephant and gets mud all over her? That’s so cute.”

For a split second, I pictured the scene, and it almost made me smile. But the memory faded almost instantly, as if it were a relic of another life. I went back to studying the valley. “How high up are we?”

“Eight thousand feet. You breathin’ okay, Lil?”

“Not bad. It’s easier here than it was in Cusco.” I didn’t add that I’d felt like death in Cusco. For the past three months, I’d barely slept, unless I knocked myself out with sleeping pills. In Cusco, even the pills hadn’t worked. The combination of thin Andean air and shallow breathing left my lungs starving for oxygen, and my body’s panicked self-preservation mechanism kicked in every time I lost consciousness. A terrifying jolt of adrenaline would shock me awake, leaving me gasping and bolt upright in bed, as if I’d had a nightmare, though I rarely slept long enough, or deeply enough, for dreams anymore.

“That’s ’cause Cusco is over eleven thousand feet above sea level,” Jesse said. “We started at the top.”

When we arrived in Peru, we’d headed straight to Cusco, the ancient Inca capital, and we’d started hiking the Inca Trail with a group the next day. It had sounded like an exciting plan when Jesse suggested it on the phone. In reality, I’d overestimated my abilities and my resilience. Now that we’d completed the four-day hike, all I could say for the Inca Trail was that it had worn me down to the point where I didn’t care to see another moss-covered ruin again. I was so weary, it would only take the slightest gust of wind to knock me over and down and out for good. I wouldn’t have cared.

“Hey! You payin’ attention to any of this?” Jesse asked suddenly.

“Any of what?”

“That’s what I thought! Here I am, tryin’ to get you up to speed on Inca architecture, and you’re starin’ down there like a big magnet’s pullin’ you in.”

“You should go back to the group. I’m such bad company right now.” Not sleeping had left me dwelling permanently in twilight, and I couldn’t shake myself out of it.

“I’m sorry, Lil. I’m just blabbin’. I know you’re not yourself, for plenty of reasons.” He didn’t mention the obvious one, that my sister’s funeral had taken place in January, three months and two days earlier. Instead, he cleared his throat. “I’m to blame for draggin’ you here. Thought it would be good for us to spend time together, and to travel. Hell, I thought you’d be writin’ stories and I’d be takin’ photos to go with ’em. But I rushed you into this trip.”

“No you didn’t. I wanted to come.” I couldn’t remember why I’d agreed to do it. Jesse had talked me into it, of that I was certain. My friend could be very persuasive. He’d gone on about how the trip to Peru would pay for itself with work assignments for both of us—me as a writer and Jesse as a photographer—and that was probably true. But the real reason I’d agreed to the trip was that I had nowhere else I wanted to be. After Claudia’s funeral, I’d drifted around New York, my hometown, in a daze. Then I’d returned to Spain, where I’d been living for the past year. My Barcelona apartment seemed hopelessly empty—even though I’d already been living there alone—and I felt like an inept ghost stumbling through it and bumping into walls. It had been a relief to go along with Jesse’s plan. But I was just as miserable in Peru as I was everywhere else. The awful part was that now I was dragging Jesse down into quicksand with me.

“That’s my girl.” He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. For a minute, we were both quiet. “You hear that?” Jesse asked.

Straining my ears, I could hear a man speaking English with a local accent. “Now, I will tell you of Emperor Pachacutec, who built Machu Picchu. Did you know conquistadors never discovered the site? Everything is exactly as the emperor left it.”

“That’s Diego, isn’t it?” I said.

“Yeah. Let’s just hope he doesn’t figure out we went AWOL and skipped out on his group.”

Diego had been our guide through our four-day hike along the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. He was a sweet man, but he had an unfortunate tendency to make everyone stand in place for an hour at a time while he described the history of a site and the mythology and folklore around it. I got more than enough of that from Jesse.

“He’ll be upset when he finds out we’re gone.”

“But by then, we’ll have had the fun of exploring Machu Picchu while it’s almost empty,” Jesse answered. “Those trainloads of tourists won’t start arrivin’ for an hour. We got the run of the most beautiful sight on earth. C’mon. Let’s get a good head start on everybody else. So long, suckers.”

He led me away from the ledge. My waterlogged hiking boots squished every time I put a foot down on the stones of the winding pathway. It had poured every day since we’d flown in to Cusco—no surprise, given that it was rainy season in the Andes. But now the sun had burned off the layers of mist and fog that had shrouded Machu Picchu as we’d hiked in through the Sun Gate. We didn’t speak for what felt like ages, and then Jesse said, “It’s gonna take Diego and everybody else a donkey’s age to catch up with us here.”

“Where…” I started to ask, but the question died on my lips. As we’d walked, I’d kept my eyes on the stone pathway, still slick with rainwater. Now that I lifted my eyes, I was breathless again. We were standing on the edge of the Inca city. On our left was a wall of perfectly fitted stone; below us, on my right, were endless layers of terraces, which resembled tiers of an epic cake. Ahead, there were more Inca walls, with triangular stone buildings perched atop them, row after tidy row. In the near distance, I could see another mountain, thin gray fog covering its peak like a veil.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Told you it’d all be worth it, didn’t I?” Jesse surveyed the city with satisfaction. “We have it all to ourselves for a little while.”

He spoke too soon. A man’s voice swept by us, faint but angry. “You lied to me.”

“How dare you judge me!” The woman’s voice was shrill.

“I was trying to help you.”

“Leave me alone! I wish I’d never come back.”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Apparently there’s no such thing as peace and quiet ’round here anymore.”

“Paradise lost?” I tried to smile. “Was it ever really as good as you remember?”

“First time I came here, we were still in college. I’d never seen anyplace so beautiful. I love the mythology of it, too. How the Spanish looked for it but never found it. How Hiram Bingham was led here by farmers in 1911. Wish I could’ve seen it then.” Jesse squinted, as if imagining the stones overgrown with vegetation. “You know we’re standing in an earthquake zone, right? This has been here for five centuries. Nobody can figure how the Incas built the walls, how they made them so perfect.” Jesse ran his hand over the stone wall. “You’re touching what they made, not a reconstruction of it.”

I touched the wall, surprised that it wasn’t flat. The Incas hadn’t shaved the stones to make them even, and looking at the differently sized and shaped pieces, I couldn’t figure out what held them together.

“There’s no mortar,” Jesse added, as if reading my mind. “I’m not kiddin’ about nobody today understanding how they put this together. It’s like the biggest jigsaw puzzle on earth.”

When I looked at the panorama of the city on the mountaintop, all I could think was how much I wished Claudia could have seen it. My sister had never cared much for travel, and she’d mocked me for flitting from place to place, but this would have impressed even her. My chest constricted when I thought of her, to the point where it sometimes became hard to breathe. It was as if her memory could strangle my heart. Then I heard a short, sharp shriek and felt a jolt of adrenaline crackling through me with the force of electricity.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Jesse.

“Sure did. C’mon, it was from this direction, I think.”

We followed the stone path and heard another scream. Both of us rushed to the top of a steep staircase. At the bottom, completely still on the stone landing, was a woman’s crumpled body.


Copyright © 2012 by Hilary Davidson

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. Davidson'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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The Next One to Fall 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Buy it! Hilary Davidson finds a perfect balance between darkness and light and I love how her character grows and develops.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Davidson is a master at getting you to reevaluate characters as you move through her mysteries. The book also gets high marks for having a strong sense of place. (Some mysteries seem like they could take place anywhere.) The big negative of this book is that the ending is very unbelievable.
hfineisen More than 1 year ago
This second outing for travel writer Lily Moore is great for the explorer, armchair or not!. Lily and her best friend Jesse Robb arrive at Machu Picchu only to stumble upon a heated argument and a woman's fall to her death. Davidson includes fantastic location details and literary references as the suspense builds. Plenty of twists and turns kept this reader guessing and Davidson wraps it up neatly at the end. Throughout, descriptions of historical sites, art museums, the Incas and regional fare enhance the adventure. So, I have added Machu Picchu to my bucket list, as well as Davidson's next book in March 2013. Davidson just gets better!
Jodi_Ann_Hanson More than 1 year ago
Winner of the Anthony Award, Hilary Davidson writes a follow-up to her debut novel “The Damage Done” with another great thriller. Lily Moore, unable to shake the guilt of her sister’s death and relentlessly badgered by her best friend Jesse Robb, agrees to dust herself off and get back to her work as a travel writer. Jesse and Lily have worked together on several assignments travelling to far off places: Lily writing and Jesse taking photographs for freelance work and tourist magazines. So now, Lily finds herself hiking through the wet jungles of Peru in search of Machu Picchu and wondering what on earth she’s gotten herself into this time. Standing at the edge of the ancient city watching the sun rise, Lily and Jesse hear an ear-curdling scream and immediately run toward the sound only to find a woman’s body crumpled below the immense stone staircase. While Jesse runs to find help, Lily stays to comfort the woman and ends up hearing the last words of a dying woman, words that incriminate her missing boyfriend. The man that Lily witnesses running from the top of the stairs. After trying to get the local police to treat the fall as a murder rather than the suicide of a drug addict, Lily is determined to investigate by herself to prove it’s murder. This is a decision both she and Jesse will soon regret as they find themselves the recipients of death threats and attempted murder in order to keep them from achieving their goal. Lily discovers the depths which a madman will go to protect his family especially when one of them is a murderer…or maybe more than one. With “The Next One to Fall” Hilary Davidson takes her readers on a rollercoaster ride from one thrilling situation to the next. She deftly writes a story that will have you thinking you’ve got it all figured out only to throw you off into another direction until her final reveal. Davidson is definitely a writer to watch. Reviewed for Suspense Magazine