Why Didn't You Come for Me?
by Diane Janes
Cover Artist: Photo: Claire Hartley
Review by Joseph B. Hoyos
Soho Constable Hardcover ISBN/ITEM#: 9781569479407
Date: 17 May 2011 List Price $25.00 Amazon US / Amazon UK / Show Article /
Jo's life has been very tragic. After escaping an abusive childhood, she marries Dominic Ashton and gives birth to Lauren. While they are vacationing in the ocean resort of Devon, Lauren mysteriously disappears, her stroller found at the bottom of a cliff. Later, Dominic's corpse is found at the same location. Hoping to forget her past, Jo marries Marcus Handley and moves to the isolated country hamlet of Easter Bridge. Their cottage is aptly named The Hideaway; however, Jo can't hide forever. Nearly ten years have past but someone keeps sending her postcards with Lauren's baby photo on them and ominous messages: I still have her. She also finds sea shells, reminding her of the souvenir shop from which Lauren disappeared. As the weather becomes colder and the cottage walls begin closing in, Jo grows more paranoid. Someone, she feels, is constantly watching her--someone who wants her dead. From official release/information:
Product Description: Sometimes Jo still wakes up suddenly, thinking she can hear Lauren's cry. Although twelve years have passed since her baby daughter was abducted, photos of the child continue to arrive by post with the words I still have her scrawled on the back. The police think it's a hoax, but Jo has always believed them to be genuine—and until there is some hard evidence to the contrary, she will always hold on to the belief that Lauren is still alive. Bit if the pictures really do come from the kidnapper, it means they have been keeping track of Jo's movements all these years. Recently Jo has begun to feel as if she is being watched—and that whoever has her daughter is getting closer. Is Jo's husband right to dismiss her fears as paranoia, or might Jo herself be in danger? As her life begins to unravel, Jo fears that the truth may lie in the half-forgotten distant past, scarred by rumors of insanity and murder.
(Source: Soho Constable)