Sophie is Still Missing

Sophie is Still Missing

Publisher : JOAN FALLON (29-11-2021)
Language : English
Paperback : 338 pages
EAN : 9788409346080
ISBN-13 : 978-84-09-34608-0
Dimensions : 203 x 133 cm

‘Sophie is Still Missing’ is book one in this new series of detective novels by Joan Fallon. Dark, thought provoking, yet light hearted in places, this intricate mystery delves into the shadowy world of the Costa del Sol, people trafficking and modern slavery.
One summer two teenage girls go missing from their homes in Torremolinos. For months there is no sign of them, then one of them turns up dead, lying at the feet of a statue of the Virgin Mary during Holy Week. 
When the police announce that they are closing the case, Sophie’s parents ask Jacaranda Dunne, a private investigator, to find their daughter. She agrees, but the investigation is not as straightforward as it first seemed and she needs answers: 

  • where had the dead girl been for almost a year?
  • why was her body left in plain sight at the feet of the Virgin Mary?
  • why were the police unable to find any trace of the girls after they had disappeared?
  • why had the police closed down an unsolved murder case after only three months?
  • and most urgently, where was Sophie now?

The investigation leads JD into the murky world of people trafficking, slavery and corruption.

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HOLY WEEK

March 2018

The old man unlocked the heavy wooden doors to the Brotherhood to which he’d belonged for most of his life. Jorge was wearing the clothes they always wore for the Holy Week processions: his best black cloak over a simple twill tunic tied at the waist with a belt of esparto. His capirote was tucked into his belt ready; he would pull that over his head  once they were about to start. He sighed as he remembered that this was the last time he would be taking part in the procession, and a feeling of sadness overwhelmed him as he put his shoulder to the massive door and pushed it open. The heady smell of carnations came out to greet him as he stepped inside their gloomy headquarters. This year he had been honoured for his long years of devotion by being chosen to carry the Guiding Cross and lead the Brotherhood of the Virgin of Remorse on their slow, twelve-hour walk through the streets of Málaga. He hoped his gammy knee wouldn’t let him down.

‘Come on Jorge. Get a move on,’ said one of the Brothers; it was Felipe, a young man who worked as a solicitor. Behind him were almost two hundred of the Brotherhood, all dressed in their traditional robes and some even had their capirotes already covering their faces. It was a special day for them all. The Virgin of Remorse only ventured out on this one day a year, and the men had been preparing for it for months. It was the moment when they could forget their humdrum lives as waiters or bank clerks, teachers or builders; this was when they could rise above it and carry the Virgin through the streets for everyone to see, the faithful and tourists alike.

Jorge stepped forward and pushed the doors as wide open as was possible, letting his companions into the room where the Virgin’s enormous throne was kept. Some of them knelt in homage to her, others made the sign of the cross, while some of the young ones were too excited to do more than stare up at her sorrowful face. Jorge paused, the glint of sunlight on her gold halo dazzling him for a moment. He looked up at the throne, four tonnes of wood, steel and plaster covered in gold leaf and silver mouldings, and thought back to the first time he’d been allowed to be one of the costaleros; Jorge hadn’t even left school at the time and he had almost collapsed from exhaustion by the time they’d finished carrying the Virgin through the streets. He had felt such love for her that day and was proud to have been one of the two-hundred costaleros. His feelings had never changed. But he couldn’t carry that sort of weight any longer. Not anymore. Not at his age.

He paused. Something looked out of place. For a moment he puzzled over what it was. If only the other brothers could show more respect and maintain a dignified silence, but the atmosphere was electric; this was the moment when they would take their places as the Virgin’s throne bearer and carry her through the streets to her church. He peered up at her again. Yes, something was wrong. Of course. He shouldn’t be able to see her halo from here; it was normally obscured by a dark red, velvet canopy, decorated with gold and silver thread. This morning that canopy tilted wildly to the right, exposing her serene image to those below. How had that happened? Such a nuisance. Some of the younger members of the Brotherhood must have dislodged it. They were too boisterous; they still had to learn the seriousness of their task. The Virgin had been set on her throne a few days previously, and everything was supposed to be ready for them to collect her and start the procession this afternoon. With their tight timetable, there wasn’t time for any mistakes; they would be walking for hours, until well after midnight. He muttered a short prayer to himself to try and quell his annoyance and restore his calm.

‘Someone’s knocked over the candles,’ a voice behind him said. It was Juan, one of the newer members to the Brotherhood, and a baker from Churriana.

‘I’ll see to them,’ said another Brother as he clambered up onto the throne. ‘Santa Madre de Dios,’  he shouted. ‘What in God’s name is this? How has this happened?’

‘What is it?’

‘Ring the police. And hurry. There’s a dead body up here.’

‘What are you talking about?’ asked Juan. ‘Whose body?’

Jorge felt a chill down his back as though a cold wind had blown into the room. Then they all began clamouring at once.

‘How can there be?’

‘Did someone forget to lock up, last night?’

‘Is it a joke?’

‘A pretty poor one, if you ask me.’

‘Who is it?’

‘Who’s dead?’ The Brothers pushed and shoved, trying to see what had happened.

‘It’s a woman,’ one of them exclaimed. ‘She’s covered in blood.’

‘A young girl, more like,’ said another. ‘A scrap of a girl.’

‘I think we’d better all move back,’ said Jorge. ‘Show a little respect. If it is a body, then the police won’t want us disturbing it before they’ve seen it. Come on now, gentlemen. Move away, please.’

Reluctantly the Brothers trooped outside to wait, but they didn’t stop grumbling.

‘We’ll be late,’ one said.

‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ said another.

‘I knew it was too good to be true. This was to be my first time,’ said another, a youth of no more than eighteen. None of the Brothers appeared to give much thought to the person who had died.

Jorge made his way closer to the Virgin and climbed up the steps, silently praying that she had suffered no damage. He sighed with relief; she seemed as beautiful as ever, her painted porcelain face, framed by its golden crown, looking sadly down at the body of a young woman. The girl lay propped against the Virgin, her hands placed together as though in prayer. She was definitely dead; her face was as pale as the porcelain hands that supported her frail body. She looked undernourished and was dressed in a plain cotton dress. She had no shoes and her feet were bruised and cut. He stared at her, feeling an overwhelming sadness engulf him. Had she come in here herself and climbed up there to die in the arms of the Virgin Mary? It was a nice thought, but somehow he couldn’t imagine that fragile creature climbing up onto the throne. And why would she scatter pink carnations over herself? A glint of gold attracted his eye. Something was caught in her hair. Instantly he recognised it. The poor girl hadn’t got there alone. Someone had brought her here; someone who knew the Cofradía well. Jorge began to tremble with fear then he dropped to his knees and prayed for her soul.

“Sophie is Still Missing“  A Murder Mystery by Joan Fallon (2021)

Jacaranda Dunne, known to everyone as JD, is a Private Eye, Málaga / Costa del Sol her home.

In her first murder mystery, author Joan Fallon has Jacaranda, an ex-Metropolitan police officer who has moved to Málaga to open a detective agency, investigate the mysterious disappearance of a teenage girl: Sophie and her best friend Julie, both aged fourteen, had disappeared the previous summer and after Julie’s body was found in a church whose Cofradía was getting prepared for the Semana Santa Processions, Sophie’s distraught parents want JD to investigate the disappearance of her daughter because the police have closed the case.

I strongly recommend this book. Its captivating plot, its incredibly well-drawn characters and the gripping language Fallon uses make this mystery a true page turner.

Not only readers familiar with the area of Málaga, also lovers of intelligent crime novels won’t be disappointed. Can’t wait to read the next Jacaranda Dunne mystery!

Christine Bloch, Elsenfeld / Germany

A beautifully crafted police procedural. The characters come fully alive in this fabulous murder mystery.

David Penny, author of The Thomas Berrington Mysteries.

Crime and cruelty of the Costa del Sol – a well-plotted and accessible investigative novel with disturbing real-life content.
J.G. Harlond – author of Bob Robbins Home Front Mysteries

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