Wednesday, September 26, 2012

MISSING REBECCA by John Worsley Simpson‏

Death and deception. After a whirlwind romance, Liam and Rebecca marry, knowing almost nothing of each other's backgrounds. Only months later, on an afternoon shopping trip to a mall in the Buffalo, New York, suburb of Cheektowaga, Rebecca vanishes, seemingly abducted. Or did she make herself disappear? Was the marriage a sham? Was Liam a dupe? This is a novel of high crimes and dark shadows, involving the immensely profitable drug industry in which exclusive access to the market for a medication can mean billions of dollars, and holding on to that exclusivity might lead to lies, deceit, corruption, payoffs, and even murder.

Missing Rebecca is a suspenseful novel full of secrets.  On a shopping trip, the newlyweds get separated. Rebecca is missing and Liam spends much of the book looking for her.  On his investigation, he is taken from   one end of the country to the other, and there's a twist and turn every step of the way.  While the characters are well-drawn, I wish there had been more back-story of one another. 

 However, do you really know anyone? What gives one the momentum to do what he or she does?  Simpson does an adept job at pacing the story, keeping the reader riveted, invested in knowing what really happened to Rebecca.  Was she kidnapped or did she want to disappear? What she using Liam for a darker purpose or does she really love him?   Crime and mystery readers should pick this one up for it's compelling plot and Simpson's knack for leading the reader on a merry chase.

JOHN WORSLEY SIMPSON is a crime-fiction writer. John was born in Bradford, Yorkshire, England, emigrated to Canada at the age of four and grew up in Toronto, He has been a reporter and editor in major newspapers and news services in North America, England and Ireland. He is married and lives in Newmarket, Ontario.

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*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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