I slump back in bed, smelling bandages and dried blood. Holding up my hand I look at the gauze bandage, trying to wiggle the missing finger. How can I not remember?... For me there has never been such a thing as forgetting, nothing is hazy or vague or frayed at the edges. I hoard memories like a miser counts his gold. Every scrap of moment is kept as long as it has some value....Now for the first time I've forgotten something truly important.
Detective Inspector Vincent Ruiz is fished out of the Thames with his ring finger missing, a gunshot would to his leg, and no memory of how he got there, or what he was investigating when he got shot. He thinks it might have to do with Mickey Carlyle, a little girl who went missing three years earlier, but he can't remember anything else. Luckily, he has Ali Barba, a fellow police detective, and psychologist Joe O'Loughlin to help him follow the clues, retrace his steps, and figure it out.
Whenever I'm in a bookish funk, I know there are certain authors I can count on to pull me out. Michael Robotham is one of those authors. I like his main characters, and he always weaves together a complex page-turning mystery. And his books never disappoint. Lost is the second book in his Joe O'Loughlin mysery series, and is told from Detective Inspector Vincent Ruiz's POV, which made for an interesting change from his other books which are told from Joe's POV. And while I've been reading (and enjoying!) these books out of order, it's probably best if you read them through from the start. My favorite so far is Say You're Sorry, but I've liked every Robotham novel I've read. Which is why he's become one of my go-to authors.
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