Persons Unknown

Persons Unknown

by Susie Steiner


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In this brilliant crime novel from the author of Missing, Presumed, a detective investigates her most personal case yet: a high-profile murder in which her own family falls under suspicion.

“[Susie] Steiner populates this hot-button narrative with achingly human characters, but no one compares to the hormonal, mordantly funny mom-cop who will stop at nothing to save her son.”—People (Book of the Week)

As dusk falls, a young man staggers through a park, far from home, bleeding from a stab wound. He dies where he falls, cradled by a stranger, a woman’s name on his lips in his last seconds of life.

Detective Manon Bradshaw handles only cold cases. Five months pregnant, in pursuit of a work-life balance rather than romantic love, she’s focused on being a good mother to her two children: her adopted twelve-year-old son, Fly Dent, and the new baby.

But the man died just yards from the police station where she works, so Manon can’t help taking an interest. And as she sidles in on the briefing she learns that the victim, a banker from London worth millions, is more closely linked to her than she could have imagined. When the case begins to circle in on Manon’s home and her family, she finds herself pitted against the colleagues she once held dear: Davy Walker and Harriet Harper.

Can Manon separate what she knows about the people she loves from the suspicion hanging over them? Can she investigate the evidence just as she would with any other case? Persons Unknown shows acclaimed author Susie Steiner writing her most intricate, suspenseful novel yet.

Praise for Persons Unknown

“A police procedural as concerned with the mysteries of human hearts as with who stabbed a banker to death at a park in Cambridgeshire. [Full of] winning prose, sympathetic characters and an appreciation of life’s joys as keen as a knowledge of its dangers.”The Wall Street Journal

“Susie Steiner blends the police procedural and the human drama perfectly.”The Charlotte Observer

“[Steiner] has created a masterful mystery within an engaging narrative perfect for Kate Atkinson fans. Readers will be astonished by the unexpected turns at the conclusion, which will leave fans eagerly awaiting the next book. This series needs to be snapped up by the BBC or PBS.”Booklist (starred review)

“[An] engrossing stunner, incorporating social justice issues into the narrative, along with superb plotting, dark humor, and excellent characterizations.”Library Journal (starred review)

“Strikes all the right notes—layered mystery, incisive cultural context, and a delightful protagonist who deserves a place alongside other beloved literary detectives.”Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780812998344
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/04/2017
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 6.30(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Susie Steiner is the author of Missing, Presumed. She was a commissioning editor for The Guardian for eleven years and prior to that worked for The Times, The Daily Telegraph, and the Evening Standard. She lives in London with her husband and their two children.

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Day 1, December 14
Down. Dizzy. Pitching left. He is draining away like dirty water, round and round. Stumbling not walking, the ground threatening to come up and meet him. And yet he presses on. Something’s not right.
He is swampy, heavy-footed. His shin is throbbing. A scuffle—like being spun in blindman’s buff—so quick that when it was over he thought he’d been mugged, but he patted himself down and his wallet and phone were there all right.
His muscles are soupy, unresponsive. His legs wade, the landscape too broad for him to make headway. The air is close like a wet web. He can barely draw breath.
He stumbles to the right, into a muddy wooded area in a direction he hadn’t intended to take, and it’s as if the ground is reaching for him. Is it quicksand, not mud?
He’s really scared now; nervously places a hand to his chest. His shirt is wet through but it’s not raining. He looks at his hand. It is glistening dark; the color unclear because of the dark and the orangy street lighting
He starts to panic, cannot fill his lungs. What is happening to him?
He falls into the mud, feels some arms take him up and cradle him, looks up to see blond hair. The alien scent of perfume.
“Sass?” he whispers, confused. Is she the cause of this, after all her stupidity? She went too far and he couldn’t stop her.
His sight dims, he is too tired.
The world dips.
Crisp in one hand, sandwich in the other; the tickle and press of light internal kneading around her pelvis, like butterflies in a sack. Seems typical that pregnancy has brought zero in the way of nausea but has instead turbocharged Manon’s appetite.
She becomes aware of Harriet and Davy talking, urgent and low, on the other side of the open-plan office. Something’s up. They’re quickening. Manon elongates her neck, craning to hear, but her colleagues are too far away
As they pass her desk she says, “What’s happening?”
“Job’s come in,” Harriet says, but it’s clear she can’t be bothered to fill Manon in.
“Ooh, who is it?” Manon says, through a mouth of sandwich.
They ignore her.
She looks at Davy, full of himself these days; Detective Sergeant Davy Walker, promoted by the Super, Gary Stanton. He might as well call Stanton “Daddy.” Well, he’s welcome to it. Manon is in hot pursuit of the work-life balance: desk job, regular hours, house full of children. She wants to focus on whether to sign up for an organic veg box or whether this would be taking her personal reinvention too far. You can lead a horse to uncooked beetroot . . .
And yet she is straining out of her seat to overhear the conversation between Harriet and Davy.
Manon butts in, saying, “I could be special adviser at the scene, brackets, teas . . .” Hopeful face.
When she’d first begged Harriet for a job back in the major crime unit, determined to leave behind the misery of the Met (awful boss, crushing workload) and the cost of London living, she said she’d do anything, didn’t care how boring. Cold cases.
“You don’t want to do cold cases,” Harriet said. “There is no greater career cul-de-sac than cold cases.”
 “I do, seriously. Boring dead-end redundancy’s where I’m at.”
And cold cases is where she’s ended up, while her belly enlarges (now at the five-month mark), spending quite a few of her days following her Sat Nav inexpertly around the Fens—Turn around where possible—to interview people who couldn’t remember much about last week, never mind a decade ago. Telling herself this is fine. This is what’s called Having It All (though most of the time, it feels like having small slivers of the duller bits), home by five, pick up some washing powder. You have reached your destination on your right.
Christ, really?
Harriet has marched off in a hurry.
“Davy, oi Davy,” Manon whispers loudly as he thumbs his mobile phone and Davy—who used to work for her, who used to do her bidding while she shushed him—shushes her with his finger. Now he’s the DS running the job while she . . . Well, she is quite tired to be fair
“Just tell me what’s up,” she says, when he’s off the phone.
“Stabbing, male, in Hinchingbrooke Park.”
“Nice of him to kark it so local.”
“Actually, he might not even be dead yet,” says Davy, eyes darting with all the thoughts he’s having, checklist and scene log and SOCO, no doubt. “Right by the forensics lab as well. We can all walk it from here. Really couldn’t be more convenient.”
And he is back on his mobile, heading for MCU’s double doors.
Her nineties house, squat in its tray of mown turf, the very image of a child’s drawing complete with pitched roof and windows like eyes. Not too bright: a stoic face, happy with its lot. Around the lawn is a frill of box hedging—so low you could step over it, and what’s the point in that, she wonders, remembering the burglary prevention advice she used to dole out when she was in uniform. Plant prickly bushes under windows. Halt! This is a shrubbery!
Her key in the plastic door with its fake leaded lights, letting herself in and noticing that the reality is a step removed from what she’d hoped for, moving back to Huntingdon. She thought it would be all spacious living and glorious rural(ish) childhoods for Fly and Solly
“I don’t want to bring up a black boy in London,” she said to her sister Ellie at the start of her campaign for them to move back to Cambridgeshire. This had followed Manon being summoned to the headmaster’s office at Fly’s vast, terrifying comprehensive school and an encroaching fear that he was getting in with the wrong crowd, or possibly that he was the wrong crowd.
“That’s exactly where you should bring up a black boy,” Ellie said.
“And watch him get stopped and searched every five minutes of his life? Arrested for stuff he didn’t do? Looked at by old ladies who think he’s going to mug them? I watch them, you know, giving him a double take, and it breaks my fucking heart.”
“So what, you’d rather take him out to the bigotry heartlands, would you, where he’ll be the only black boy for miles around?” Ellie said. “You should see the old ladies out there.”
“We can’t afford to stay here. The rent’s crippling me. It’s crippling you as well. Come on, we could get a big house, the four of us. Fly would never agree to leave Sol, you know that.”
Ellie looked uncertain. “It is astronomical,” she admitted. “But God, I hate being uprooted. Having to start again somewhere new, making new friends. Makes me feel exhausted just thinking about it. I’ve got a group of mums I feel comfortably ambivalent about, right here.”
“We could get a mansion in Huntingdon or Ely or Peterborough,” Manon pleaded. “You could—”
“Start a course of antidepressants?”
 “Go back to work.”
Their charmless four-bedroom house opposite police HQ in Hinchingbrooke is costing a fraction of what they were spending on two flats in the capital, and is more than double the size. They each—Manon, Ellie, twelve-year-old Fly (whose trainers alone, like cruise ships adrift, have their own housing needs), and Ellie’s nearlythree-year-old Solomon—have a capacious bedroom, hers and Ellie’s both with en suites. The house has one of those tacked-on hexagonal conservatories made from uPVC and, beyond, a 150-foot lawn dotted with menacing conifers. The Bradshaws can even boast a utility room (and what says you have arrived more than a utility room?) with gray marble-effect laminate worktops.
Manon calls “Hello?” into the volume of the house, clattering her keys onto a glass-topped console in the hallway (an irritant none of them could be bothered to remove—whatever domestic improvements are hatched in the utopias of the night are laid waste in the harumscarum day). She smells cooking—whatever Solly has just had for tea
She stands in the doorway to the lounge, already disappointed by the scene in front of her: an oatmeal vista, its candelabra lights descending stiffly from the low ceiling (a persecution of a ceiling—she feels at times as if it is lowering in real time and will one day crush her). The three-piece suite, extra wide and squat, is the most engulfing Manon has ever sat in, so much so that she often feels she is being consumed by it. Everything beige, so that the whole atmosphere is one of porridgy comfort. They’ve lived here for five minutes, and she’s already nostalgic for the high ceilings of Victorian London.
“Oh Fly, don’t play Temple Run with him,” she says, removing her coat. “His brain’s not even formed yet.”
“He loves it,” Fly answers without looking up from the iPad he is hunched over, Solly nestled in his lap. Manon walks back out to hang her coat on the banister and to drop her bag at the foot of the stairs. Where is Ellie? At work? Her shifts run from 7:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. or 1:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m., and this is considered part-time. The entire shift usually on her feet, sometimes with no chance for a break. When she’s on nights, she’ll often have Solly all day the next day because she’s trying to save money on the childminder (Ellie’s sense of impoverishment is their microclimate). She’ll doze on the sofa while he plays in front of rolling episodes of Peppa Pig. There has never been a worse time to work for the NHS, Ellie says. The management obsessed with targets and budgets, every shift short-staffed. No love, only constraint and a communal sense of harassment. Yet her sister has also been a master of evasion lately, time thick yet hollow. The stresses and strains mingled with absences unexplained. “Shift ran over, sorry.” Or, “Training. Kept me late.”

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Persons Unknown: A Novel 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's frustrating when reading a mystery novel having to spend time figuring out what the author means to say. "Missing, Presumed" is very well written and easy to read. As an American there were certain terms I wasn't familiar with, but nothing that stopped me from enjoying the story. Manon is a very relatable character, even if you don't share her path in life. I am an avid reader and would never have guessed how all the pieces fit together. This is a murder mystery/police procedural lite--without all the disgusting detail. I appreciate that. But it is more the story of a woman approaching middle age who wants it all but has difficulty figuring out what that is and if having it all is worth the effort. I recommend this book highly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't have to wait for too long for the next book by Ms Steiner. So well written, even witty.
MamaHendo More than 1 year ago
A murder occurs in the middle of a park one late December afternoon. Manon, a detective with the Cambridgeshire police, is being kept out of the investigation having just been moved to the Cold Case department. When it comes to light that the man who died was the estranged father of Manon's two year old nephew things begin to get complicated. As if Solly losing a father isn't bad enough, now Manon's adopted twelve year old son is being accused of his murder. Manon puts everything in jeopardy, including her unborn child's health, while trying to uncover the truth in order to get Fly released from prison. Time is running out to figure out who Jon-Oliver's killer is and whose name he whispered as he lay dying in a strangers arms. "Persons Unknown" is a multi-POV story that is filled with all the twists and turns of a murder mystery without all of the gory details that sometimes fill those kind of books. I was unaware until after reading this that "Persons Unknown" is the second book in a series with "Missing, Presumed" being the first book to feature Manon's story. I didn't find it necessary to have read the first book to follow along with this one. I am usually very good at figuring out the who-done-it when it comes to mysteries but this one really kept the crime's mastermind a secret until the very end!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a funny, well developed story with fantastic characters. Quirky, edgy, fast paced. Would highly recommend this
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RowingRabbit More than 1 year ago
I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately. The last few books I’ve read have been ok…nothing wrong with them but not anything that made me lock myself away & force abandoned family members to forage for themselves ’til I was done. When I read the blurb on this, I was hoping for an exciting & complex police procedural that would keep me guessing. Sadly, it was not to be. Yes, Manon Bradshaw is a cop but despite the fact it opens with a body this is much more about the MC’s domestic situation than hunting down bad guys. To be fair, she is forgiven for being a bit scattered & preoccupied. Manon is 42, 5 months pregnant & lives with sister Ellie, nephew Solly & adopted son Fly. She recently left the bright lights of London for a slower life with the police force in Huntingdon. Her crushing workload at the Met has been replaced by regular hours spent combing through cold cases. Impending single-motherhood is daunting enough. So she really doesn’t need the added stress of Ellie’s problems, Solly’s tantrums & Fly’s troubles at school. The proverbial icing on the cake is provided when the body is identified as Ellie’s ex. That’s just the beginning of a convoluted story line that will cause Manon’s professional life to come crashing into her personal one. The author has a very distinctive writing style, often in present tense with characters’ random thoughts popping up in the narrative. Chapters alternate narrators so you get multiple POV’s. The investigation throw up a few surprises but you’ll have your suspicions early on as to who is involved. Instead of being full of suspense, it’s more of a vehicle to foreshadow big change to Manon’s home life. The case is wrapped up by the end but several other plot lines are left open. I haven’t read the first in the series & perhaps that’s why I had a hard time connecting with the MC. That’s on me. It all comes down to the fickle element of personal taste & if you read & loved “Missing, Presumed”, no doubt you’ll find much to enjoy here.
Ratgirl24 More than 1 year ago
Persons Unknown by Susie Steiner is the second book in the DS Manon series. This police procedural focuses more on the relationships between the characters and less on police activities. This book begins with Manon moving her family from London to Cambridgeshire so that her adopted son, who happens to be black, can live without being persecuted by the local police at every turn. Her sister, Ellie and nephew Solly move with her. Manon is now solving cold cases rather than working as a homicide detective. The transition does not go as smoothly as planned, as Fly, Manon’s son, is not adjusting well to life away from familiar territory and friends. Oh, and surprise, Manon is expecting. I, along with Fly, wonder why this sudden urge to procreate so soon after adopting Fly. Soon, this is the least of her worries. The victim of a local murder turns out to be none other than Ellie’s ex-husband and Solly’s father. To make matters worse, Fly is the prime suspect. The ensuing story is Manon’s attempt to prove Fly’s innocence and find the true killer. Several nice twists and a good ending. Solid four stars. I have not read the first book in the series, “Missing, Presumed” but that in no way affected my enjoyment of this one. Several key elements were reiterated so I did not feel like I had been left behind. I look forward to finding out what happens to Manon, Fly, Ellie, Solly and the other characters in future books. Release Publication Date: July4, 2017 Genre: Mystery, thriller, suspense, crime fiction, noir, detectives Cover: OK Source: I received this book for free from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review. Thank you for the opportunity to read this great book! Rating: 4 stars
Jolie More than 1 year ago
I am going to be honest here. Very honest. I have stayed away from reading/reviewing British police mysteries. I didn’t understand how the British police worked. I decided to bite the bullet with Persons Unknown. Instead of getting my toes wet, I jumped in feet first. While I did get a little confused over the back story with Manon and Fly, I enjoyed reading this book. I will warn everyone that this is a 2nd book the DS Manon series. You need to read Missing, Presumed to understand the back story of Persons Unknown. I didn’t and I felt that I was missing out on a major part of the back story. It was discussed in the book but it wasn’t the same as reading about it in the first book. The whodunit with John-Oliver was intense. I didn’t believe for a minute that Fly killed him. They were building their case on circumstantial evidence. When it was revealed who killed him and who was involved in it, I was pretty surprised. I did figure out one part of it (when Angel told her story to Birdie). The other part, well that surprised me. I was not expecting the mastermind to be who it was. I felt bad that Fly was caught in the middle of that whole mess. I was on the fence on how to feel about Manon. I loved that she loved Fly and that she was willing to risk her job to prove his innocence. But at the same time, she seemed like she was never happy. I am wondering if it was because her character was pregnant. We all know how women get when they are in the last trimester of pregnancy. I know I wasn’t a joy to deal with. I also think that her decision to have a child was an impulse. The end of the book was good. My only complaint is there was so much going on that there was information overload.
BettyTaylor More than 1 year ago
We first met Detective Manon Bradshaw in “Missing, Presumed” which is the first book of this series. If you didn’t read the first one, it is okay. This book reads well as a stand-alone. This time around Manon is five months pregnant and not feeling at all sexy. She is living with her adopted 12-year-old son Fly, her sister Ellie, and her sister’s two-year-old son Solly. Manon moved away from London to a quieter area for a better environment for Fly. But Fly, the only black in his school, is having problems adapting. He has become distant, moody, and argumentative. One December night, a man is found stabbed to death in a park in Manon’s jurisdiction. Turns out the man is Jon-Oliver, the father of Ellie’s son. While viewing surveillance tapes from the park, Fly is seen walking through the park about the time of the man’s collapse. Manon is furious, and scared, when Fly is taken in for questioning and eventually arrested for the murder. Now, as the evidence against Fly accumulates, Manon is pitted against her co-workers. Amidst all this stress, it seems Manon may have found a love interest in the attorney she enlists to defend Fly. The story is revealed through varying viewpoints – Manon, her close buddy co-worker Davy, shopkeeper Birdie, and the mysterious “Angel”. Steiner develops the characters slowly but thoroughly. I enjoyed “getting to know” the characters. The book was slow at first, not much action, and I almost gave up on it. But I am glad I persevered as eventually it definitely heated up. The last quarter of the book is very suspenseful, and the book has a satisfying ending.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
Like the author's first book, this one was okay for me. A good read for the most part. A little lengthy in some parts. I liked how the author handled the chapters with the different characters and yes, I even liked poor Birdie. Manon did get on my nerves a few times, but it wasn't so annoying that I cringed everytime the story came back to her. It is a series that I would read more of. The ending was something that I didn't see coming - well not entirely all of it. Thanks to Random House and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-book in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book.. looking forward to the next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I paid 2.99 for the first book.Will not pay 13.99 for the second!