Book of the Day

From the review

Patrick Radden Keefe opens London Falling with a security camera, not a body. Footage from outside MI6 headquarters catches a young man pacing a balcony at two in the morning, back and forth, like he's rehearsing something. Then he isn't there anymore. The Thames does the rest of the work. Three days pass before his mother learns why he never came home; the doorbell that finally answers the question belongs to two uniformed officers, not her son. That's the whole case, on paper. Nineteen-year-old Zac Brettler drowns, and the coroner's finding is suicide. Everyone else in the book disagrees, starting with his parents. What Keefe builds from that gap, between the official answer and a family's refusal to accept it, is a true-crime investigation with no villain waiting at the end to be unmasked. Just doubt, patiently accumulated, chapter by chapter. The book runs less like a thriller building to one big reveal and more like a family's case file, growing thicker with every chapter, refusing to close.