![]() ![]() Even when he closes his eyes stark images come. As he tries to adjust, while grieving, everything is changed, so fresh, so vivid. The new light in his life is tainted by loss. It’s the second time Joshua has had a father die being a hero. Shot with a nail gun and tossed from the fourth floor. He was killed in the line of duty, trying to corral a sadistic killer at a building site. Light streams into the teenager’s world because Detective Inspector Mitchell Logan donated his eyes to his blind child.ĭetective Logan doesn’t need them anymore. When the bandages come off at Christchurch Hospital and shapes and light start filtering into Joshua’s consciousness after years of darkness, it is because of a gift from the man Joshua calls his father. Not in an ancestry sense either, where similar curves, hues, and any future need for reading glasses has been passed like a genetic baton from generation to generation. ![]() Not in the figurative “Oh, you look so much like your father” sense that well-meaning relatives and family friends might utter while ruffling your hair at Thanksgiving, Christmas, or other extended get-togethers. Inspired by a lunchtime conversation, award-winning author Paul Cleave’s latest thriller blends magic realism with the darker edge of crime fiction ![]()
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