The first Belinda Bauer novel that I’ve read impressed with its strong characterisation, as it variously dips into the lives of a grieving mother, her despairing husband, a Hmong immigrant, and a bull-in-a-teashop Detective inspector. Bauer spins her small cast around ‘the shut eye’, Richard Latham, a catch penny psychic whose powers may or may not be real. The narrative builds to a breathless conclusion, but leaves one story strand deliberately ambiguous (to at least one reviewer’s chagrin, and indeed to mine as well - I don’t usually look at online reviews but wondered if I’d missed something obvious). Unsettling reading, skilfully done.