It is a book about people who injure themselves, physically and mentally, in the course of doing their normal work. (“The cut on her palm throbbed and the edge of the bandage had lifted.”) Kate injures herself in the practice, a bad cut on her hand, and the injury follows along, bothering her, throughout the story. In the real searches they had performed: “together they’d had four live finds and three cadavers.” The first few pages of the book contain the electrifying story of Kate and the dog, Zeus’s, practice “live” search. There is the Emergency nurse, Kate, who also works with her dog on an elite search and rescue team. The Waiting Hours is about emergency workers, and the “waiting hours” of the title, is the period during the depths of the night when, if anything happens, it is usually terrible. This very accomplished novel is by a Maritime writer I had never run into before, although she has written another, Under This Unbroken Sky, which I intend to read now.
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