Pieter Posthumus is enjoying a quiet drink in his favourite bar when the screaming starts. A minute later, the owner of the guesthouse next door rushes in: one of her tenants has been murdered.
Marloes, the guesthouse owner, is an odd but kind soul. Posthumus cannot believe it when she is arrested – for both her tenant Zig’s murder and another death years before. He knows there are questions unanswered: what is the link between the two cases? Why are people so keen to think Marloes is guilty? And why did Zig paint just one picture every year – a copy of a Dutch master, but with one peculiar twist?
As his investigation progresses, he comes to see that a few minutes can mean all the difference in the world: between saving a life and taking one; between innocence and guilt. And that sometimes asking questions leads to a truth that’s hard to bear.
I love characters with great names and Pieter Posthumus fits the bill nicely. So does the victim he comes across within the first few pages of this fantastically written novel.
Zig Zagorodnii has been killed in his room at Marloes guest house and the blood is everywhere. There is a lot of blood. Zig used to be a rent boy. is this why he was killed? He also paints beautiful copies of old masterpieces.
Set in Amsterdam, Lives Lost is descriptive, the ‘window-girls’, the food even the bicycle rides transport you.
Although this book didn’t quite grab me from the beginning, I was interested in the plot. Not all books have to be fast and furious and Lives Lost slowly builds to an interesting read.
There are shocks and twists. Britta Bolts novel is a very ‘down to earth’ read. There is no beauty in it. It is about people who are down and low and it’s about friendships. The sort that matter.
I thoroughly enjoyed it