The Heights is a tall, slender apartment building among warehouses in London. Its roof terrace is so discreet, you wouldn’t know it existed if you weren’t standing at the window of the flat directly opposite. But you are. And that’s when you see a man up there—a man you’d recognize anywhere. He may be older now, but it’s definitely him.
But that can’t be because he’s been dead for over two years. You know this for a fact.
Because you’re the one who killed him.
Talk about slow burn thriller done right! This is the second novel by Candlish that I’ve read (I read last years The Other Passenger) and I think I liked this one more! The whole premise is unique, a woman spots the man she had paid to be killed, and the backstory combined with the present slowly feed the reader the whole sordid tale. The characters played off of one another well and added to the mystery and suspense.
And surprisingly, this thriller gave me some deeper thoughts to ponder such as the relationships between mothers and sons and the plight of the tighter mom. And I always love when a book makes me wonder: what would I do in this situation? I felt like Candlish strongly developed not only the characters and the plot, but the way each supported the other. The ending was a little abrupt, but I did enjoy the book within a book aspect.