It's called The Paris Apartment
Jess is broke, alone and jobless, with no work references at all. She is running away from her slimy boss to Paris, and has never been out of England before. She does, however, have a half-brother, who has reluctantly agreed to have her to stay in his Paris apartment. But, when she gets there, he is not there to let her in.
Jess's somewhat grimy past has made her resourceful. She manages to break her way into the apartment, to find that it is way, way more luxurious than anything he could afford. But there is no explanation for this strange Parisian luxury. Her brother is missing. Gone. His wallet, phone and keys are there, and his moped too, albeit with a slashed tyre. Not a good look.
But, as I said, Jess is resourceful. And opportunistic. She sets out to find her brother, who -- after all -- is the only family she has. He's a journalist, and it seems he was on the verge of a big scoop. Could that be the reason he is lying low? Or has he been kidnapped? Or worse?
The other occupants of this luxury tower are no help. They all have secrets, and are adept at hiding them . . . and as Jess's hunt goes on, it is apparent that those secrets are deep, and dark.
It's a long time since I have picked up a book that was so hard to put down. I read past my bedtime, and then couldn't wait to get up and read the rest. This is a pageturner, with surprising and shocking revelations at every turn. And the ending is a stunner.
Highly recommended. The Guest List was a terrific read, but this is even better.
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