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April 25, 2018

[Blog Tour: Excerpt] The Man on the Middle Floor by Elizabeth S Moore

THE MAN ON THE MIDDLE FLOOR BY ELIZABETH S MOORE

Publisher: RedDoor Publishing
Publication Date: April 12th, 2018
Genre: Fiction, Mystery

Source: Thank you RedDoor publishing for providing me an ARC copy.

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Synopsis

Lionel Shriver meets Mark Haddon in this break-out debut.

Despite living in the same three-flat house in the suburbs of London, the residents are strangers to one another. The bottom floor is home to Tam, a recent ex-cop who spends his days drowning his sorrows in whisky. On the middle floor is Nick, a young man with Asperger's who likes to stick to his schedules and routines. The top floor belongs to Karen, a doctor and researcher who has spent her life trying to understand the rising rates of autism. They have lived their lives separately, until now, when an unsolved murder and the man on the middle floor connect them all together. Told from three points of view, The Man on the Middle Floor is about disconnection in all its forms; sexual, physical, parental and emotional. It questions whether society is meeting the needs of the fast growing autistic section of society, or exacerbating it.

Thought-provoking and thrilling, The Man on the Middle Floor will leave readers talking.


Excerpt

      He needed something to take his mind off this; if he started to watch he wouldn't be able to stop. His fingers were already itching to take notes on the scene, to Google articles. He jumped under the shower and began washing away the strain of the past few days from the top down, even turning the water to cold for the last five minutes. Kill or cure.

      Ten minutes later hew was in clean boxers, a semi-clean T-shirt and pair of jeans and deck shoes, knocking on his neighbour's door. It occured to him that he knew her name, from the letters he saw every morning. Dr. Karen Watson. Thank God for the postman with OCD.

      She opened the door, looking as uncomfortable as she had been downstairs, and a blast of chilly unheated air hit him from the interior of her flat.

      'Hi, coffee brewed?'

      Karen stood, half-hidden behind the door, and looked him up and down with her head on one side. An awkward ten seconds later she stepped aside and let him in. 'You look different - much better. Have you been ill?'


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