His career ticked along nicely, until it didn’t. “Erin is a documentary filmmaker on the brink of a professional breakthrough, Mark a handsome investment banker with big plans.”īut musings leave a trail of breadcrumbs, explaining the brutal opening of the story. Their hotel “is a perfect country nest of fresh seafood, cold beer, and cashmere throws.” They’re the golden couple. Odd to think so much has happened-to me, to us-in that time, but nothing has changed here.Ĭhapter 2, “Anniversary Morning,” opens like a piece in Tatler, outlining a perfect weekend getaway at “a boutique pub hotel on the Norfolk coast.” Celebrating the day when first they met, the anniversary couple hike, frolic in the sea, and linger over delicious meals, all between bouts of lovemaking. We were on our way back to London from Norfolk, Mark and I, after celebrating our anniversary, and here the fridge still is months later.
The fridge has been here a while-I know this because I saw it from the car window as we drove past here three months ago, and nobody has come for it yet. The narrator spotted it months earlier, hanging on a branch, near a forgotten fridge.
The body is hidden under “a torn tarpaulin, its brilliant cobalt a slash of color against the brown forest floor.” Slyly, the provenance of the tarp emerges. Time is scrambled, much like human memories, as we find out what unfolded and how the seeds of Chapter 1-entitled “The Grave”-were planted. Who is she burying? The backstory might be TBD, but we’re not held in suspense too long as to the identity of the corpse-it’s her husband.ĭebut author Catherine Steadman slowly unfolds the why. A woman is frantically googling the mechanics of how to dig a grave while wielding a shovel. Something in the Water opens with a bang.
Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman is a taut psychological thriller debut, where a shocking discovery on a honeymoon in paradise changes the lives of a picture-perfect couple.
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