Imagine receiving an anonymous suicide note addressed to you by mistake. Would you try to find that person, to help them in some way? This is the opening dilemma in Bernard Minier’s Don’t Turn Out the Lights (Mulholland Books, £14.99), and Christine Steinmeyer’s failure to locate the letter’s sender turns her life in Toulouse upside down. Her dog disappears, she’s accused of harassment at work and her fiancé walks out on her. She believes that someone — some unknown person — is to blame for her misfortunes; but are the threats real, or is Christine losing her mind?
This is a super-accelerated version of a Hitchcock thriller, with thrills and shocks on nearly every page. As the pages zip by, it’s easy to picture Minier writing at speed to keep pace with Christine’s attempts to find out the truth. Set against this we have Detective Martin Servaz, currently suffering from depression.
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