Forty years ago, in the dark of the playground, two children’s lives were changed forever.
Stella Darnell is a cleaner. But when she isn’t tackling dust and dirt and restoring order to chaos, Stella solves murders. Her latest case concerns a man convicted of killing his mistress. His daughter thinks he’s innocent and needs Stella to prove it.
As Stella sifts through piles of evidence and interview suspects, she discovers a link between the recent murder and a famous case from forty years ago: the shocking death of six-year-old Sarah Ferris, killed in the shadows of an empty playground.
Stella knows that dredging up the past can be dangerous. But as she pieces together the tragedy of what happened to Sarah, she is drawn into a story of jealousy, betrayal and the end of innocence. A story that has not yet reached its end…
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I received a copy of this book from Head of Zeus in return for an honest review.
My Thoughts…
I didn’t discover,’The Detective’s Daughter Series, until Book 6 The Death Chamber. That story, and this one, ‘The Playground Murders’, reads well as a standalone. There is sufficient background, especially about Stella’s enigmatic father to let you understand what motivates the main protagonists. However, for the full experience read the older books too.
Original characters and complex cold cases to solve are the hallmarks of this detective series. The characters are quirky and realistic, they all have believable flaws, neuroses and aspiration.
Stella, the detective’s daughter, has two main focuses, cleaning and solving previously unsolved crimes. She runs a cleaning company and a detective agency, with her partner Jack and a cast of unique individuals. They are a family, look out for each other, criticise each other, and share a bond that resists any outside interference.
This story connects a recent murder, with a past child killing, investigated by Terry, Stella’s father. Present day action is complemented by flashback chapters in 1980 when Terry was involved in the child-killing case. The ethos of the historical part of the story is chilling, the contrast of innocence and evil disturbing.
Aside from the detective case, there are snapshots of Stella and Jack’s lives outside work. Stella and her mother Suzie, have the usual mother-daughter issues and Jack a father of twins, has to come to terms with only seeing them periodically, and the spectre of a new father figure in their lives.
This story has a clever, twisty plot, and a menacing undertone. Slow-paced it lets you absorb the action, and atmosphere, as you try to solve the crime. Another exciting chapter in ‘The Detective’s Daughter’, series.
Guest Post – Lesley Thomson – The Playground Murders
With the exception of The Death Chamber (#6), there are children in my stories. As victims of crime or adults who go on to commit a crime. I hope that meeting them as a child gives readers insight into their later actions. Until The Playground Murders, I’d never created a child killer who is a child. No surprise, it’s a disturbing subject. Traditionally childhood is a time of happy innocence. If, for whatever reason, it’s not this is usually down to the transgressions of adults. That a child might deliberately end the life of another child is terrible to contemplate. That photo of James Bulger being led away from his mother by two ten-year-old boys shattered our life-view.
Can a child be evil? Can we forgive the adult a child becomes for a crime they committed long ago? As children did we do bad stuff? Do we write off those misdemeanours because, hey, we were kids? What if punching a kid in the dinner queue caused their death? Do children even understand what death is? The Playground Murders explores these questions.
The playground setting was a no-brainer. Archetypal, it’s
in the bones of many of us as kids and as parents. Typically a locus of excitement
and fun, joyful shouts, urgent cries and the gales of laughter of children deep
in their game carries over municipal lawns, rotundas where Sunday brass bands are
long gone. Playgrounds were developed from observing children playing on bombsites
after the war. Bounded by railings within a landscaped park or in a school, they
offer the change for kids’ imaginations to be free. Girls and boys are heroes
of their make-believe. Or villains.
These days playgrounds are populated with jolly
coloured climbing walls, slides, swings and roped walkways but when I was young,
and until the nineteen-eighties, the playground was a relatively dangerous
place. Heavy iron equipment, the witch’s hat and juggernaut roundabout trapped
limbs and crushed fingers and feet. Swings without restraining bars could fly
high until chains twisted or snapped propelling occupants onto unforgiving
concrete.
There were fatalities. It’s not plot spoiling to tell you that in The Playground Murders one child falls from a tower slide (equivalent to plummeting from a first-floor window), the death ruled an accident because it wasn’t unusual. I feel lucky to have got away with only breaking my arm by crashing pell-mell into my friend Tina when we were eight. Actually, I recently read that kids colliding with each other is a thing. Not just us then.
The Playground Murders, a tale of mired ambitions, of deceit and betrayal and ruined childhoods is also about hope and regeneration. Here’s hoping you enjoy it.
Lesley Thomson grew up in west London. Her first novel, A Kind of Vanishing, won the People’s Book Prize in 2010. Her second novel, The Detective’s Daughter, was a number 1 bestseller and sold over 500,000 copies.
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Extract From The Playground Murders – Lesley Thomson
The group considered the furry mass. The cat was large with a collapsed tummy.
‘I
think it’s old,’ Sarah decided. ‘Is it dead like Robbie’s dead?’
‘Yes,’
Nicola snapped at her.
‘Robbie
didn’t get runned down,’ Sarah said.
‘No
one said he did, darlin’.’ Danielle imitated her older sister Maxine being nice
to Jason. ‘Best you go to bed. No nightmares.’ She yanked Sarah to her.
‘You
can’t chop it up,’ Jason said. ‘It’s not yours.’
‘I’m a
detective,’ Danielle repeated.
‘Can
we play Doctors and Nurses with it?’ Sarah enquired.
‘It’s
dead so it doesn’t need nursing or… doctoring.’ Danielle forgot to be nice.
‘Let’s
pretend it’s alive. Like you did with Robbie,’ Sarah said.
‘Sarah!’
Lee snatched her hand. ‘We’re going. And don’t tell your Dad about this, OK?’
‘Ouch.’
Sarah squirmed crossly. ‘I want to stay for the chopping.’
‘We
should tell the owner. They’ll be waiting to give it its tea,’ Nicola said.
‘When Spiderman didn’t come back, Robbie cried. I did too. He’d got stuck in
next door’s shed. He was starving. Robbie was allowed to give him Whiskas with
a fork.’
‘Robbie’s
dead,’ Danielle said.
‘He
wasn’t then. Spiderman is alive,’ Nicola mumbled.
‘Has
this cat got a collar?’ Danielle wished Nicky would shove off. She folded her
arms.
Kevin
felt under the cat’s chin. Revolted, Jason sniggered. In his doctor’s voice,
Kevin reported, ‘She doesn’t have no collar.’
‘A
collar. Not no collar,’ Danielle barked. ‘You don’t know it’s a lady.’
‘It’s
had babies, that’s why it’s all flabby like that.’ Kevin did sound like a
doctor.
‘I
know.’ Danielle tapped her front tooth. Her notion of a detective was derived
mainly from Scooby-Doo.
‘We’ll call on everyone in the street and detect the owner. Kevin, you’re my
sergeant.’
Kevin
scrambled to his feet and stood next to Danielle, hands behind his back like a
policeman.
‘There’s
hundreds
of houses in this street,’ Sarah said.
Everyone
went quiet as they digested this.
‘Spiderman
crosses the road as soon as he comes out,’ Nicola said at last. ‘He goes in a
straight line. If this cat does that, it lives there.’ She waved a hand at the
house behind them. A decorated Christmas tree sparkled in the window.
‘No.
It’s down there,’ Danielle stated firmly.
‘How
can you be sure?’ Nicola asked.
‘I keep saying because I’m a detective. I’ll sling it behind there and people can work it out for themselves.’ Tiring of the operation, Danielle pointed at the memorial for the three dead policemen. She hauled up the cat in both hands. More blood spewed from its mouth. The children scattered like birds.
‘Dead!
Dead! Dead!’
Jason did a war dance.
‘We
should tell the owner since you know it’s them in that house,’ Lee stepped in.
‘I’ll
do it.’ Nicola went along the pavement to the house where Danielle had said
that the cat had lived.
Sarah
dragged on her brother’s Harrington jacket. ‘Lee, I got to tell you a secret.’
‘Not
now,’ Lee hissed.
‘There’s
no one in,’ Nicola said.
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