“ The best crime novel I've read in a very long time. ”
“ Snap is the best kind of crime novel - it gives you chills, it makes you think, and it touches your heart. I loved it! ”
Sarah Pinborough, No. 1 bestselling author of BEHIND HER EYES
“ Original, pacy and thoroughly entertaining . . . a cracking read. ”
Clare Mackintosh, bestselling author of I LET YOU GO
“ If you loved Steven Lamb in Bauer's debut Blacklands you will love Jack Bright in Snap. No one writes crime novels like Belinda Bauer, with such a rare blend of darkness, humour and heart. She's a crime writing genius and no mistake ”
“ Intelligent entertainment that keeps you guessing ”
Sunday Times Crime Club
“ Spine-chilling, tension-packed gripper ”
Woman and Home
“ Belinda Bauer is one of the very few really original crime writers of our time . . . The plot is neat and clever, but it is not the stories, the style or the characters alone - though all are good - that set Bauer's work apart. It is an indefinable extra ingredient that makes some books stand out from the crowd. This is one of them. ”
“ Edgy, original and beautifully written, this suspenseful story is dazzlingly good. ”
“ Belinda Bauer's plots are never anything less than original and unsettling, and her latest outing is no exception. ”
“ The opening of Snap is one of the most vividly unnerving I have read . . . razor-sharp observation. ”
“ Belinda Bauer's fiction teems with life . . . She is also an ingenious creator, never afraid to improve on reality . . . She is on absolutely cracking form in her latest novel . . . Kate Atkinson used to be the undisputed master of this sort of mixture of the serious, the exciting and the anarchic, but Bauer is now firmly in her class. ”
“ Belinda Bauer's novels are original, disconcerting and gripping. ”
“ A compelling and highly intricate novel . . . Snap follows the human impact of murder rather than the gory details ”
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20 August 1998
It was so hot in the car that the seats smelled as though they were melting. Jack was in shorts, and every time he moved his legs they sounded like Sellotape.
The windows were down, but no air moved; only small bugs whirred, with a sound like dry paper. Overhead hung a single frayed cloud, while an invisible jet drew a chalky line across the bright blue sky.
Sweat trickled down the back of Jack’s neck, and he cracked open the door.
‘Don’t!’ said Joy. ‘Mum said stay!’
‘I am staying,’ he said. ‘Just trying to get cool.’
It was a quiet afternoon and there wasn’t much traffic, but every time a car passed, the old Toyota shook a little.
When a lorry passed, it shook a lot.Continue Reading