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When The Time Comes by Adele O’Neill

Genre: Psychological Thriller
Publisher: Aria Fiction

About The Book

Her husband says it’s suicide. The police say it’s murder.
Liam Buckley was a married man with two teenage children when he moved out of the family home to start a new life with his lover. His wife Jennifer never forgave him, but now she needs him to come back: she’s been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the kids can’t cope alone.
One day after Liam moves home, Jennifer is found dead. Liam thinks it’s suicide.
But the police, led by DS Louise Kennedy, are convinced it’s murder.
Liam hires a retired detective to help prove his innocence, but it’s no easy task. The children are distraught, and Jennifer’s best friend, Sarah, is waging a campaign against Liam, determined to expose him for a liar and a cheat. As secrets surface from the complex web of Buckley family life, DS Kennedy must decide.
Did Jennifer Buckley end her own life, or did Liam take it from her? The answer, when it comes, will shock them all…

My Thoughts

This book explores in depth family insights and the troubles that sometimes we have to face, for better or worse.
Liam Buckley has left his wife and children but now they need him. Jennifer has a terminal illness and she needs all the help she can get. But soon after he moves in, Jennifer passes away, was it suicide or something totally different? You’ll have to read the book to discover the truth!
This is more than a psychological thriller, it is a discussion about euthanasia, because Jennifer wants to decide what do to in the last moments of her life, that’s why Liam always says that she committed suicide… But not everyone will believe him and after their past together, the police will have a difficult case in their hands. As you can imagine there will be secrets and lies, but don’t worry, you’ll discover everything when the time comes.
This is a complex story, Jennifer will be the main leader of the story, her fight and her pain, because even if there’s an investigation you’ll feel the sadness and fear in your own skin. Because don’t you think that when the time comes it’s your decision to decide how you die? As I always say, your body, your choice.
Be prepared for a read that will make you think about how you want to die, where and how; difficult, but it’s interesting how the author talks about it and puts the reader on Jennifer’s shoes. Ready?


‘Liam, what are you doing here at this hour?’ Louise – or to give her her full title, Detective Sergeant Louise Kennedy, Unit Head at Blackrock Garda Station– looks me directly in the eye as she pushes back the interview room door, making it almost impossible for me to look away. She pulls a closed file from under her arm and places it on the table before slapping a notebook with a blank page open on top of it. Only then does she take her seat across the table from me, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she waits for the door to click closed behind her. It’s not even half six in the morning, but every ounce of her seems dense with strength, her angles as sharp as her tone. When she stiffens her back, the only softness about her is around her front; the bump of her pregnancy looks like it doesn’t belong there. Maybe I should have left well enough alone. The timing couldn’t have been worse. I had only moved back in to be with the kids on Saturday and then a day later their mother was dead. How many coincidences is an ex-husband allowed before he’s charged with his ex-wife’s murder?
I sit up straighter and look at her, clear my throat. ‘Thanks for seeing me.’ I deliberately ignore her question and my voice wavers a bit in betrayal. ‘I’m sorry about this, I really am.’ My apology to her is personal, a recognition of the connection that we both share. Alex, the woman that I left my wife for over two years ago, is Louise’s twin sister.
‘You’re sorry?’ The derision in her tone is loaded. No doubt with the two years’ worth of disapproval that she’s kept hidden since then. I can’t blame her really. No one wants their sister to be mistress to a married man, or the reason he left his terminally- ill wife – and that’s just for starters.
‘About what, Liam?’ she asks, glancing at the digital recorder that sits on the table that separates us. It’s not turned on yet but the camera that’s suspended from the corner of the room is. I noticed the red recording light when I first walked in twenty minutes ago and when I questioned the duty Garda that showed me in here, he explained that the camera is on a sensor that automatically turns on once the room is occupied. He also said that it was on orders from Detective Sergeant Louise Kennedy that I was to wait in here for her.
When I don’t answer she continues. ‘Why are you here?’ She places her hand on her stomach unconsciously and pulls it away quickly when she notices me noticing.
Do I sprout the usual pregnancy platitudes that I would if she was standing in my kitchen, or me in hers?
You’re looking well, hope you’re taking it easy, how’s the morning sickness now…
‘I’m sorry about this, about barging in here and looking to speak to you like this… When I first asked for you they said you were busy. That’s when I told them then that we were related.’ Not long ago, when Alex and I were out to dinner with Louise and her partner Kelly we had had a conversation about de facto relationships and the lack of recognition society gives to them. If I remember rightly, she had been in favour of their importance then.
‘I was in a briefing with the Inspector, Liam, I was actually busy… and just for the record, we’re not related,’ she warns, her eyes glancing towards the camera. ‘You are…’ She hesitates. I can see her scratching out the word are and replacing it with the word were in her mind. ‘…in a relationship with my sister, that’s all.’ She taps her pen agitatedly on the blank page of the notebook in front of her. ‘Now…’ She presses the record button on the audio equipment in front of her. ‘Protocol,’ she explains without looking at me. ‘If that’s okay?’ I nod and she continues to speak.
‘Todays date is Monday 4th of June 2018.’ She glances at the clock on the wall. ‘6.25 a.m. Detective Sergeant Louise Kennedy in conversation with Mr Liam Buckley.’ She lifts up a sheet that the duty officer insisted on filling in with me when I first arrived. He said he couldn’t request Louise for me until it was filled in. She adds, ‘Presenting voluntarily with concerns about the death of his ex-wife, Ms Jennifer Buckley.’
It feels odd to see her in full-on work mode, her hair neatly groomed away from her face, her grey –probably once white– blouse hanging loosely on her sinewy frame, her platinum -plated fine- cable necklace with a pearl pendant gathering in the groove of her exposed collar bone. Alex has the exact same one; they were gifts from their grandmother for their eighteenth birthday and it’s rare to see either of them without them. The pearls, Alex had told me, were the hardened tears of joy from Aphrodite–the goddess of love, according to the Ancient Greeks. It was the same story her grandmother had told her and Louise when she had given them to them nearly twenty years ago. ‘I do, I have concerns about Jenny’s death and I wanted to talk to you about it before… well, before any more time goes by.’

About The Author

Adele is a writer from Co. Wicklow who lives with her husband Alan and her two teenage daughters.
Influenced by writers across all genres she has a particular fondness for fiction that is relatable and realistic. Her debut novel was awarded The Annie McHale Debut Novel Award for 2017 and is a character driven story of survival, dark family secrets and sibling loyalty, just like life. Her second novel Behind A Closed Door is another emotionally harrowing tale of impossible choices, loyalty and friendship. Adele writes overlooking the Irish Sea, which she credits for the tumultuous dynamics in the relationships and lives of her unsuspecting characters in her third novel, When The Time Comes, another dark tale that tests the lengths we go to protect the ones we