Published by Sourcebooks Landmark on January 10th 2017
Genres: Psychological Thriller
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A literary page-turner about a beloved college professor accused of murdering his entire family, and one small-town cop's dangerous search for answers.
Thomas Huston, a beloved professor and bestselling author, is something of a local hero in the small Pennsylvania college town where he lives and teaches. So when Huston's wife and children are found brutally murdered in their home, the community reacts with shock and anger. Huston has also mysteriously disappeared, and suddenly, the town celebrity is suspect number one.
Sergeant Ryan DeMarco has secrets of his own, but he can't believe that a man he admired, a man he had considered a friend, could be capable of such a crime. Hoping to glean clues about Huston's mind-set, DeMarco delves into the professor's notes on his novel-in-progress. Soon, DeMarco doesn't know who to trustÔÇöand the more he uncovers about Huston's secret life, the more treacherous his search becomes.
This story is exactly what it claims to be, a page turner. But I’ll go one step further by saying it was unputdownable. Thankfully I started over a holiday weekend because I truly could not stop. I had to know the If’s and Why’s and What’s and sticking with it was easy because the writing is wonderful; lyrical and smooth, well plotted, and with characters that grab a hold of you.
The story is delivered in dual points of view, that of the professor Thomas Huston and the investigator Ryan DeMarco. Randall Silvis is an accomplished author but his is the first by him that’ I’ve read. Yes, I’ll be digging into more of his work. He uses prose and imagery that make this story unforgettable. I’m primarily a reader of romance; romantic suspense, romantic comedy, Contemporary and historical romance, the entire gamut. Two days Gone has none of that. But love drives the plot line ~ it’s about what we will and won’t do for our families , romantic entanglements included.
The dual point of view is so well executed and I became equally invested in both characters. I needed their backstories, I need to know Ryan DeMarco personally, what makes him tick, what hardships and tragedy has befallen him? What compels him to work 20 hour days and fall asleep only by the hand of a tumbler of whiskey? We learn about Huston mostly through DeMarco’s investigation but while in his head all I could think was …well, I wonder if he did it? Is that a man who had a psychotic break? Silvis skillfully skirts the evidence, making this a mystery that was both about character and how none of this tragedy makes sense. Just when you think you have a sense that Huston is a good guy, you’ll find yourself second guessing the facts. Maybe he has fooled the world but maybe there’s other motivations at play. The story is filled with clues and red herrings and hidden agenda’s and at times it’s dark. Depending on the situation the brutality can be both subtle and stark.
I don’t often recommend books to my husband ( again, I focus on the romance genre) but Two Days Gone is one that I can’t wait for him to read. I highly recommend to any readers of the murder/mystery suspense genre. I would love to see this one made into a film which is something I don’t say that often. 5 Stars!!
~Review by Cyndi
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Praise For Two Days Gone
A January Indie Next Great Read
ÔÇ£ÔÇªa suspenseful, literary thriller that will resonate with readers long after the book is finished. A terrific choice for Dennis Lehane fans.ÔÇØÔÇöLibrary Journal, STARRED review
┬áÔÇ£Beneath the momentum of the investigation lies a pervasive sadness that will stick with you long after you’ve turned the last page.ÔÇØÔÇöKirkus Reviews
ÔÇ£ÔÇªskillfully written thriller.ÔÇØÔÇöPublishers Weekly
ÔÇ£ÔÇªimpressive novelÔÇªan intriguing thriller.ÔÇØÔÇöBooklist┬á
ÔÇ£ÔÇªthis novel [will] linger in readersÔÇÖ minds well after Two Days Gone.ÔÇØÔÇöShelf Awareness┬á
ÔÇ£Two Days Gone is a quiet, intense, suspenseful mystery about a man who has lost everything. Rich with descriptions and atmosphereÔÇª.Two Days Gone is relentless in its suspense, and the final twists in the novel are sure to not disappoint.ÔÇØÔÇö Foreword Review
ÔÇ£An absolute gem of literary suspense, pitting ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances and told in a smooth, assured, and often haunting voice, TWO DAYS GONE is a terrific read.ÔÇØ
ÔÇöMichael Koryta, New York Times bestselling author of Those Who Wish Me Dead
The waters of Lake Wilhelm are dark and chilled. In some places, the lake is deep enough to swallow a house. In others, a body could lie just beneath thesurface, tangled in the morass of weeds and water plants, and remain unseen, just another shadowy form, a captive feast for the catfish and crappie and the monster bass that will nibble away at it until the bones fall asunder and bury themselves in the silty floor.
In late October, the Arctic Express begins to whisper south- eastward across the Canadian plains, driving the surface of Lake Erie into white-tippedbreakers that pound the first cold breaths of winter into northwestern Pennsylvania. From now until April, sunny days are few and the spume-strewn beaches ofPresque Isle empty but for misanthropic stragglers, summer shops boarded shut, golf courses as still as cemeteries, marinas stripped to their bonework of bare,splintered boards. For the next six months, the air will be gray and pricked with rain or blasted with wind-driven snow. A season of surliness prevails.
Sergeant Ryan DeMarco of the Pennsylvania State Police, Troop D, Mercer County headquarters, has seen this season come and go too many times.He has seen the surliness descend into despair, the despair to acts of desperation, or, worse yet, to deliberately malicious acts, to behavior that shows no regardfor the fragility of flesh, a contempt for all consequences.
He knows that on the dozen or so campuses between Erie and Pittsburgh, college students still young enough to envision a happy future will bundle up against thebiting chill, but even their youth- ful souls will suffer the effects of this season of gray. By November, they will have grown annoyed with their roommates,exasperated with professors, and will miss home for the first time since September. Home is warm and bright and where the holidays are waiting. But here inPennsylvaniaÔÇÖs farthest northern reach, Lake Wilhelm stretches like a bony finger down a glacier-scoured valley, its waters dark with pine resin, its shores thick on allsides with two thousand acres of trees and brush and hanging vines, dense with damp shadows and nocturnal things, with bear and wildcat and coyote, withhawks that scream in the night.
In these woods too, or near them, a murderer now hides, a man gone mad in the blink of an eye.
The college students are anxious to go home now, home to Thanksgiving and Christmas and Hanukah, to warmth and love and light. Home to where menso respected and adored do not suddenly butcher their families and escape into the woods.
The knowledge that there is a murderer in oneÔÇÖs midst will stagger any community, large or small. But when that murderer is one of your own, when youhave trusted the education of your sons and daughters to him, when you have seen his smiling face in every bookstore in town, watched him chatting withRobin Roberts on Good Morning America, felt both pride and envy in his sudden acclaim, now your chest is always heavy and you cannot seem to catch yourbreath. Maybe you claimed, last spring, that you played high school football with Tom Huston. Maybe you dated him half a lifetime ago, tasted his kiss, feltthe heave and tremor of your bodies as you lay in the lush green of the end zone one steamy August night when love was raw and new. Last spring, you were quickto claim an old intimacy with him, so eager to catch some of his sudden, shimmering light. Now you want only to huddle indoors. You sit and stare at thewindow, confused by your own pale reflection.
Now Claire OÔÇÖPatchen Huston, one of the prettiest women in town, quietly elegant in a way no local woman could ever hope to be, lies on a table in a roomat the Pennsylvania State Police forensics lab in Erie. There is the wide gape of a slash across her throat, an obscene slit that runs from the edge of her jawline tothe opposite clavicle.
Thomas Jr., twelve years old, he with the quickest smile and the fastest feet in sixth grade, the boy who made all the high school coaches wet their lips inanticipation, shares the chilly room with his mother. The knife that took him in his sleep laid its path low across his throat, a quick, silencing sweep with an upwardturn.
As for his sister, Alyssa, there are a few fourth grade girls who, a week ago, would have described her as a snob, but her best friends knew her as shy, uncertain yet of how to wear and carry and contain her burgeoning beauty. She appears to have sat up at the last instant, for the blood that spurted from her throat sprayed not only across the pillow, but also well below it, spilled down over her chest before she fell back onto her side. Did she understand the message of that gurgling gushof breath in her final moments of consciousness? Did she, as blood soaked into the faded pink flannel of her pajama shirt, lift her gaze to her fatherÔÇÖs eyes as heleaned away from her bed?
And little David Ryan Huston, asleep on his back in his cribÔÇö what dreams danced through his toddlerÔÇÖs brain in its last quivers of sentience? Did his father firstpause to listen to the susurrus breath? Did he calm himself with its sibilance? The blade on its initial thrust missed the toddlerÔÇÖs heart and slid along the still-soft sternum. The second thrust found the pulsing muscle and nearly sliced it in half.
The perfect family. The perfect house. The perfect life. All gone now. Snap your fingers five times, thatÔÇÖs how long it took. Five soft taps on the door. Five steel-edged scrapes across the tender flesh of night.