Dark Roads by Chevy Stevens

 

A pretty mediocre thriller novel, really, with all sorts of "twists" that come off more like rugpulls, and a really unfortunate "spiritual" prologue and epilogue that just made me want to gag. This feels a lot like a less-skilled riff on The Weight of Blood, which doesn't mean there was anything like direct influence, just that writing a novel where someone disappears and someone else comes through later to work through the hows and whys is probably a trope; and the structure, with the first part being the victim's POV and the second being (mostly) the investigator's likewise. This doesn't have the generational breadth or thematic depth of that novel, though; read that, not this.