Cooper Bartholomew is dead. Suicide. That’s what it looks like, that’s the official finding. And it makes sense too, everyone knows that Cooper has had something on his mind recently - something huge, something devastating.
But his girlfriend, Libby, isn’t so certain. Cooper might have had some minor problems but they’d been happy, they’d made plans for a future together. Why would he go and kill himself?
As Libby discovers more about Cooper’s family and friends, the people closest to him, she unravels a complex web of lies, deceit and betrayal. And the closer she looks the more convinced she becomes that Cooper didn’t kill himself at all…
Rebecca was born in Sydney, Australia, in 1970. She spent her early twenties working as a waitress, her late twenties teaching English in Indonesia and Japan, and most of her thirties having babies and working as a kitchen designer.
She has started several university degrees but has yet to place any letters after her name. Despite her highly developed procrastinatory skills she has somehow managed to finish writing a book or two - and plans to spend her forties, fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties and nineties finishing several more.
She lives in Armidale, Australia with her partner and their four sons.