Underneath

When SIO Deborah Lin is called to a pristine Midstone Park bungalow,the scene is almost ceremonial: a father lies stabbed amid birthday frosting and blood. A teenage son in cuffs.

A family frozen in shock. As Deborah pulls the threads of an ambitious lawyer’s rise, a mother’s steel, a daughter who watches more than she speaks, the case drags her into Singapore’s glassy corridors of power and the quiet rooms where reputations are polished.

What begins as a clean homicide turns into a layered war of motives: courtroom victories, political calculus, and a household curated to look flawless from the outside. To reach the truth, Deborah must decide which masks to rip away first—knowing some lies were built to protect the living. In Underneath, justice isn’t about what’s seen. It’s about what refuses to stay buried.

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Captivating

This is not a book you simply read. It is a labyrinth you step into, where each turn feels polished, perfect and yet beneath the shine, something trembles, waiting to break.

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Suspicion is not proof. Association is not guilt


The law demands evidence, but human instinct clings to whispers, glances, and guilt by proximity. And in a city where reputation is everything, the line between what is proven and what is merely suggested can decide not only trials, but lives.

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A legal drama twisted by secrets.


At its surface, Underneath is a police procedural: a detective piecing through blood, alibis, and family fractures. But the investigation doesn’t stop at evidence bags and crime scenes. It collides with the courtroom—where ambition, reputation, and power can tip the scales as easily as fingerprints.

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By Andrew Charles

Underneath is Andrew’s debut fiction novel.” His previous works in the non-fiction field titled “Safety Discipleship” was published by Patridge Publication in June 2025.

“The name didn’t just ring a bell—it echoed.”
“It was too perfect. Too quiet.”
“Suspicion is not proof. Association is not guilt.”
“Some webs don’t trap flies—they tangle themselves.”

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