THE BURGLAR

In case you’ve forgotten, Perry (The Bomb Maker, 2018, etc.) reminds you that it takes a thief to catch a killer.

Elle Stowell has robbed a lot of houses, but her discovery at the home of retired financial services officer Nick Kavanagh, owner of the Kavanagh Gallery, is a first: the naked corpse of Kavanagh, together with those of socialite Anne Satterthwaite Mannon and Hollywood director’s wife Valerie McGee Teason, huddled together in the host’s bed, each of them shot in the head. Even more bizarre, a digital movie camera at the crime scene has recorded everything from Kavanagh’s original propositioning of the two women to Elle’s entrance 12 hours later. What to do? Since “Elle was both good in intention and bad at carrying out good intentions,” she neither destroys the memory card nor brings it to the LAPD but anonymously mails them a copy from which she’s excised her own image and keeps a copy of the undoctored card herself to prove that she arrived on the scene long after the murders because she thinks that the worst thing that could happen to her is getting arrested. Sure enough, her very next job is interrupted by some people—she's not sure who—she hears walking around the house, and her plan to join a friend on a long-distance vacation till things cool down ends with things considerably heated up. By that time, however, Elle’s figured out that the biggest threat to her safety isn’t the police but the killer whose handiwork she stumbled on. Instead of trying to solve the murders in order to prove her own innocence, she now has a much more compelling reason to figure out who’s got her in their sights: turning them over to the authorities before they can kill her too.

All the relentless drive of Perry’s tales of concealment specialist Jane Whitefield (Poison Flower, 2012, etc.) but there’s a less compelling logic behind both the burglar’s actions and the murderer’s.