When you’re young, you make a lot of mistakes. Some of them lead to love, some to murder.
Harry Glass is having a bad time of it. His father has decamped without a word. His mum has taken up with a lout, then hightailed it, leaving him to his “honorary” stepfather’s less-than-tender mercies, which terminate when the creep kicks him out. After a week working at a Glasgow factory, he’s fired. In a rousing teenage rage, he pockets the owner’s keys and takes off in the man’s car while the man’s wife, Eileen Morton, is sitting in it. Unbeknownst to either of them, a small valise weighted down with pound notes is in the car’s boot. Technically a kidnap victim, Eileen doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she shares the driving as they motor north. They’re followed, of course, but hide away on an isolated farm run by an extremely odd couple, August and Beate. Matters turn so menacing that Harry steals away in the dead of night to return to Glasgow and ask Morton to help rescue his wife. So Morton and his brother, having dispatched the first group of pursuers, return with Harry to the farm, where death awaits them.
Despite an unexpected romantic twist, the scariest coming-of-age story you’re likely to read. Lindsay, a Scot who’s published more than ten novels (Tremor of Demons, 2007, etc.), will scare the bejesus out of you.