Thin Air (Shetland Island Series #6)

Thin Air (Shetland Island Series #6)

by Ann Cleeves

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Thin Air (Shetland Island Series #6) by Ann Cleeves

Shortlisted for Scottish Crime Novel of the Year

In Thin Air, featuring Ann Cleeves' beloved Inspector Jimmy Perez, a group of old university friends leave the bright lights of London and travel to Shetland to celebrate the marriage of one of their friends. But, one of them, Eleanor, disappears--apparently into thin air.

Detectives Jimmy Perez and Willow Reeves are dispatched to investigate. Before she went missing, Eleanor claimed to have seen the ghost of a local child who drowned in the 1920s. Jimmy and Willow are convinced that there is more to Eleanor's disappearance than they first thought. Is there a secret that lies behind the myth? One so shocking that someone would kill--many years later--to protect?

Ann Cleeves is also the author of the Vera Stanhope series. Vera, the television show based on the Vera Stanhope series and available on Netflix, is now filming its fifth season. The Shetland Island TV series is currently being shown to critical acclaim by the BBC, and is airing on select PBS stations in the U.S.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250091079
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/02/2016
Series: Shetland Island Series , #6
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 68,984
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

ANN CLEEVES is the multi-million copy bestselling author behind two hit television series—the BBC’s Shetland, starring Douglas Henshall, and ITV’s Vera, starring Academy Award Nominee Brenda Blethyn —both of which are watched and loved in the US.

Shetland is available in the US on Netflix, Amazon Video, Britbox and PBS, and Vera is available on Hulu, Amazon Video, BritBox and PBS.

The first Shetland novel, Raven Black, won the CWA Gold Dagger for best crime novel, and Ann was awarded the CWA Diamond Dagger in 2017. She lives in the UK.

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Thin Air


By Ann Cleeves

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Ann Cleeves
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-7935-5


CHAPTER 1

The music started. A single chord played on fiddle and accordion, a breathless moment of silence when the scene was fixed in Polly's head like a photograph, and then the Meoness community hall was jumping. Polly had spent thirteen hours on the overnight boat from Aberdeen to Lerwick and when she'd first come ashore the ground had seemed to shift under her feet, and this was another kind of illusion. The music appeared to bounce from the walls and the floor and to push people towards the centre of the room, to lift them onto their feet. Even the home-made bunting and the balloons strung from the rafters seemed to dance. The band's rhythm set toes tapping and heads nodding. Children in party clothes clapped and elderly relatives clambered from their chairs to join in. A young mother jiggled a baby on her knee. Lowrie took the hand of his new bride, Caroline, and led her onto the dance floor to show her off to his family once more.

This was the hamefarin'. Lowrie was a Shetlander, and after years of courtship Caroline had finally persuaded him, or bullied him, to marry her. The real wedding had taken place close to Caroline's home in Kent and her two closest friends had followed her to Unst, Shetland's most northerly island, to complete the celebration. And they'd brought their men with them.

'Doesn't she look gorgeous?' It was Eleanor, crouching beside Polly's chair.

The two women had known Caroline since they were students; she was their voice of reason and their sister-in-arms. They'd been her bridesmaids in Kent and now they were dressed up again in the cream silk dresses they'd chosen together in London. They'd made the trek north to be part of the hamefarin'. They'd followed Caroline round the room for the bridal march and now they admired again her elegance, her poise, and her very expensive frock.

'It's what she's wanted since she first laid eyes on Lowrie during Freshers' Week,' Eleanor went on. 'It was obvious even then that she'd get her way. She's a determined lady, our Caroline.'

'Lowrie doesn't seem to mind too much. He hasn't stopped beaming since they got married.'

Eleanor laughed. 'Isn't this all such fun?'

Polly thought she hadn't seen Eleanor so happy for months. 'Great fun,' she said. Polly seldom relaxed in social situations, but decided she was actually rather enjoying herself tonight. She smiled back at her friend and felt a moment of connection, of tenderness. Since her parents had died, these people were the only family she had. Then she decided that the drink must be making her maudlin.

'They'll be setting out supper soon.' Eleanor had to shout to make herself heard over the band. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright as if she had a fever. 'The friends of the bride and groom have to help serve. It's the tradition.'

The music stopped and the guests clapped and laughed. Polly's partner, Marcus, had been dancing with Lowrie's mother. His dancing had been lively, even if he couldn't quite follow the steps. He came over to them, still following the beat of the music, almost skipping.

'It's supper time,' Eleanor said to him. 'You have to help put out the trestles. Ian's weighing in already. We'll come through in a moment to act as waitresses.'

Marcus dropped a kiss onto Polly's head and disappeared. Polly was proud that she hadn't asked him if he was having a good time. She was always anxious about their relationship and could tell that her need for reassurance was beginning to irritate him.

The men had set out tables and benches in a smaller room, and Lowrie's friends were handing out mugs of soup to the waiting guests. Eleanor and Polly took a tray each. Eleanor was enjoying herself immensely. She was showing off, flirting with the old men and revelling in the attention. Then there were bannocks and platters of mutton and salt beef. Bannocks and flesh, Lowrie had called it. Polly was vegetarian and the mounds of meat at the end of her fingertips as she carried the plates from the kitchen made her feel a little queasy. There was a sense of dislocation about the whole event. It was being on the ship for thirteen hours the night before and spending all day in the open air. The strangeness of the evening light. Eleanor being so manic. Polly sipped tea and nibbled on a piece of wedding cake and thought she could still feel the rolling of the ship under her feet.

When the meal was over she and Marcus helped to clear the tables, then the band began to play again and, despite her protests, she was swung into an eightsome reel. She found herself in the centre of the circle, being passed from man to man and then spinning. Lowrie's father was her partner. He had his arms crossed and braced and the force of the movement almost lifted her from her feet. She'd thought of him as an elderly man and hadn't expected him to be so strong. There was a fleeting and astonishing moment of sexual desire. When the music stopped she saw that she was trembling. It was the physical effort and an odd excitement. There was no sign of Eleanor or Marcus and she went outside for air.

It must have been nearly eleven o'clock, but it was still light. Lowrie said that in Shetland this was called the 'simmer dim', the summer dusk. So far north it never really got dark in June and now the shore was all grey and silver. Polly spent her working life analysing folk tales and she could understand how Shetlanders had come to create the trowes, the little people with magical powers. It must be a result of the dramatic seasons and the strange light. It occurred to her that she might write a paper on it. There might be interest from Scandinavian academics.

From the hall behind her came the sound of the band finishing another tune, laughter and the clink of crockery being washed up in the kitchen. On the beach below a couple sat, smoking. Polly could see them only as silhouettes. Then a little girl appeared on the shore, apparently from nowhere. She was dressed in white and the low light caught her and she seemed to shine. The dress was high-waisted and trimmed with lace and she wore white ribbons in her hair. She stretched out her arms to hold the skirt wide and skipped across the sand, dancing to the music in her head. As Polly watched, the girl turned to her and, very serious, curtsied. Polly stood and clapped her hands.

She looked around her to see if there were any other adults watching. She hadn't noticed the girl in the party earlier, but she must be there with her parents. Perhaps she belonged to the couple sitting below her. But when she turned back to the tideline the girl had vanished and all that was left was a shimmering reflection of the rising moon in the water.

CHAPTER 2

When the party ended they couldn't sleep. Caroline and Lowrie had disappeared back to Lowrie's parents' house. Polly, Eleanor and their men had booked a holiday cottage called Sletts within walking distance of the Meoness community hall, and now the four of them sat outside it on white wooden chairs and watched the tide ebb. No background noise except the water and their own murmured conversation. The occasional echoing splash of wine being poured into large glasses. Polly felt the dizziness return and thought again that she'd had far too much to drink. She turned back to face her friends and realized they were in the middle of a conversation.

'Did you see Lowrie's cousin's kiddie?' The envy in Eleanor's voice was palpable. 'Little Vaila. Only four weeks old.'

Eleanor was thirty-six and desperate for a baby. There'd been a late miscarriage, and the child would have been a girl. None of them knew what to say. There was a long silence.

'I saw something really weird when you were all out for a walk this afternoon,' Eleanor went on, obviously deciding to change the subject. Perhaps she understood that talk of babies embarrassed them. 'There was a young girl dancing on the beach. She was all in white. A kind of old-fashioned party dress. She seemed a bit young to be on her own, but when I went out to talk to her she'd disappeared. Into thin air.'

'What are you saying?' Her husband Ian's voice was teasing, but not unkind. 'You don't think you saw a ghost?'

Polly didn't speak. She was remembering the girl she'd seen dancing on the sand.

'I'm not sure,' Eleanor said. 'I could easily believe in ghosts in a place like this. All this history so close to the surface. Some of the research I've been doing for Bright Star has been compelling. Really, I think a lot of the people I've talked to believed they've had a supernatural encounter.'

'I bet they were all weirdos.'

'No! Ordinary people who'd had extraordinary experiences.'

'You're on holiday now,' Ian said. 'You don't need to think about work, or the company or the new commission. You'll make yourself ill again. Just relax and let it go.' The others laughed uneasily, hoping that he'd dealt with the awkwardness and they could enjoy the evening once more.

It occurred to Polly that Ian had only agreed to come to Shetland because she and Marcus would be there. He couldn't quite face his wife on his own, even though her depression seemed to have lifted a little in the last couple of months. After the miscarriage he'd believed that she was unravelling, that he was losing her. Polly didn't know if he'd even wanted a baby. Perhaps he just wanted Eleanor back the way she was when they'd first met. Stylish and uncomplicated, full of pranks and larks. Fun.

Eleanor flushed. She'd been drinking since early evening. She worked in television and usually she could hold her booze, but tonight even she seemed a little drunk. 'Perhaps you think I'm going mad again, that I should be back in the loony bin.' She stared out at the water. 'Or perhaps you believe I'm inventing things. To get attention.'

There was another silence. For a moment Polly was tempted to speak, to say that she'd seen a child dressed in white dancing on the beach too, but still she stayed silent. A sort of betrayal.

'Only when you claim to have seen spirits from the other side.' Ian was dismissive. He was a sound engineer. A bit of a nerd. He clearly thought the whole conversation was ridiculous and he was feeling awkward, way out of his comfort zone.

It was as dark now as it would get and a mist was rising from the sea to cover the remaining light. Polly shivered. She was wearing a padded jacket, but it was cold. 'We should go in,' she said. 'I'm ready for bed.'

'You believe me, don't you, Pol?' Eleanor had been a beauty when she was a student, in a grown-up, voluptuous way that had made Polly look like a grey, malnourished child. Ian leaned forward and lit a fat white candle on the table. The light flickered and Polly saw lines under her friend's eyes. Stress and a kind of desperation. She was wearing a theatrical black evening cloak over her bridesmaid's dress. 'There was a little girl just outside the house here when I woke up from my sleep this afternoon. When you were all out walking. And then she disappeared. She just seemed to walk into the sea.'

'Of course I believe you.' Polly wanted to show her support for Eleanor, to stop her talking about children and embarrassing herself. She paused. 'I probably saw her myself this evening, when I left the hall to catch my breath just after supper. She was playing out on the beach. I don't think she was a ghost, though. Just a local child dressed up for the party, and this afternoon she probably ran home up the track.' Polly didn't say that the girl she'd seen during the hamefarin' had also disappeared while she was looking away. That would have encouraged Eleanor in her fancies, and she wanted her friend back too. The closeness they'd had. The laughs and the silliness.

She stood up and carried the glasses into the house. The men followed. She wondered what Marcus was making of all this. He was Polly's new man – newish at least – and she was still amazed that they were a couple. She felt like a giddy teenager when she thought about him. He'd agreed to the party immediately when she'd tentatively asked if he fancied it. 'Shetland in midsummer? Of course.' With the huge schoolboy grin that had attracted her in the first place. 'And if we're going north, where better than to go to Unst, the furthest north it's possible to be and still be in the UK.' For him, it seemed, life was nothing but new experiences.

Through the kitchen window Polly saw that Eleanor was still sitting outside. The mist had slid as far as the house now and the image was blurred. It was as if Eleanor was made of ice and was slowly melting. Polly went to the door and shouted out to her.

'Come in, lovely. You'll catch your death.'

Eleanor waved. 'Give me a few minutes. I'll be there very soon.' She blew out the candle.

Turning to go to her room, Polly thought she caught sight of a white figure dancing along the tideline.

CHAPTER 3

Jimmy Perez walked Cassie down the hill to Ravenswick School. Some days he let her go by herself, but then he watched from the house, picking out the red Fair Isle bonnet knitted by his mother and worn by Cassie whatever the weather, until it disappeared inside. His paranoia was the result of guilt and the fact that Cassie wasn't his child. He'd been charged to care for her and he felt the duty like an honour and a burden.

He was on late shift, so he walked slowly back to the converted chapel that had once been Fran's home, and thought again that he should do something with his house in Lerwick. He wasn't sure that he could bring himself to sell it, and besides he had it in his head that it would provide some sort of security for Cassie if anything should happen to him. Her natural father always seemed to have money, but Perez thought he was feckless. The Lerwick house would see Cassie through university perhaps or give her the deposit for her first home. Properties in town fetched more than those in the country. But it seemed criminal that it should be lying empty when folk needed places to stay and, with nobody living there, it would soon get damp. He decided to call into an estate agency in the street before he started work, to see about getting it rented out. When Fran had died the year before, small tasks like that had seemed insurmountable and he felt a stab of pride that he could consider dealing with the business now.

He was opening the door when his phone started ringing. Sandy Wilson, his colleague. It was only recently that Perez had started thinking of the man like that. Before that he'd seen Sandy as a boy to be instructed and protected.

'There's a woman gone missing in Unst.' Even now, it seemed, Sandy was incapable of giving detailed information without being prompted.

'What sort of woman?' A couple of months ago Perez would have been angry and would have let his irritation show. He could still get moody. Late at night when he couldn't sleep, eaten away by grief and guilt, he hated the world, but when he made breakfast for Cassie he had to be sane. And, like everything, sanity came more easily with practice.

'A tourist. Name of Eleanor Longstaff. Aged thirty-six and from Battersea.' A pause. 'That's London. She was staying in a holiday let in Meoness with her husband and another couple. They'd been at Lowrie Malcolmson's hamefarin', then went back to the cottage for a few drinks around midnight. The others left Eleanor sitting outside when they went to bed, and when they woke up this morning there was no sign of her. She'd disappeared into thin air.'

Perez considered. 'Her husband didn't notice that she hadn't come to bed?'

'I did ask that.' Sandy could be touchy; he was always thinking he was being criticized. 'He's a heavy sleeper. And, like I said, they'd all had a bit to drink.'

'Could she have slept in a spare room? On a sofa? And just gone out this morning?' In which case there was no reason to panic. Even if they couldn't find Eleanor in Unst, the ferries would be operating by now. Perhaps she'd just felt the need to be on her own, or the wild hadn't suited her and she'd run back to the city. Perhaps there'd been a row with the husband. But if she'd disappeared late at night there would be no ferries; no escape from the most northerly island in the UK. In the early hours of the morning a woman who'd been drinking could wander away from the path and lose her way on the cliff. The strange light of the simmer dim could be almost hallucinatory.

'I don't know about that,' Sandy said. 'I spoke to the husband, Ian. He said she hadn't been herself lately. She'd been depressed. Something about losing a baby.'

'He's thinking she might have committed suicide?'

'He didn't say that, but I think it's on his mind. He sounded upset. He wanted us there straight away.' Sandy paused. 'I told him we'd be with them as soon as we could. It's Mary Lomax's patch, but she's away south, so I've asked the coastguard to start a search. Was that OK?'

'Perfect.' Perez was thinking it was a good day for a trip to the North Isles, clear and still. 'Book us onto the ferries and I'll pick you up in Lerwick on the way through.'


(Continues...)

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Thin Air (Shetland Island Series #6) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
JKW24 More than 1 year ago
She writes great Jimmy Perez mysteries. Her characters are well-rounded and the scenery/weather described is greatly reproduced. I like that she captures Jimmy's feelings and shows his vulnerabilities, albeit he is a strong soul. I enjoy reading about these characters and the climate/description of the area. Definitely another page turner in this series. And a movie of this series, that is Fantastic. I look forward to seeing it.
redhood More than 1 year ago
Love the Jimmy Perez series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love watching the characters evolve from story to story.
Thebooktrail-com More than 1 year ago
The Shetland novel located at the furthest point north on the map – Unst. Problems of modernity versus the old ways come to the fore. Well what a part of the Shetland isles this turned out to be! We’d never been this far north before and just when you think you’ve seen most of what the Shetland Isles have to offer, that’s before you have seen the landscape of Unst. It must have been nearly eleven o’clock but it was still light. Lowrie said in shetland this was called the ‘simmer dim; the summer dusk. So far north it never really got dark in June and now the shore was all grey and silver. There is magic this far north and so the eerie though that there could be legends based around a young girl who drowned many years ago and of other people from folktales, brings on a whole new eerie and ethereal tinge to the already barren shetland landscape. Polly spent her working life analysng folk tales and she could understand how Shetlanders had come to create the trowes the little people with magical powers. It must be a result of the dramatic season and the strange light. Strange ghosts, strange and eerie light, magical folk tales. No wonder the ‘soft southerners’ are freaked out. The way in which the london visitors arrive on the island and see the northern landscape through their southern city eyes is both amusing and probably very true – Willow and Perez – what odd police officers they were and nothing like the detectives you’d find in london… "He was hungry and wondering what they might do about lunch, and he was uncomfortable. These people had turned Sletts into a little piece of London with their ground coffee and their english voices, the fancy food on the cupboard shelves. You can't beat Jimmy Perez as the ultimate guide to the Shetlands and the communities there. Ann Cleeves does it again.
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