Chapters (56)
- COVER PAGE
- PRAISE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- EPIGRAPH
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1: A QUIET DRINK ON THE WAY HOME
- RECORDS OF INTERVIEW
- CHAPTER 2: WATCHING THE DETECTIVE
- CHAPTER 3: THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
- CHAPTER 4: BROKEN SLEEP, BROKEN DREAMS
- RECORDS OF INTERVIEW
- CHAPTER 5: JUSTICE IS BLIND
- CHAPTER 6: THE MURDERER’S DAUGHTER
- CHAPTER 7: THE MOOD OF THE SEA
- RECORD OF INTERVIEW, RADIO TRANSCRIPT
- CHAPTER 8: YOU CAN NEVER HIDE THE SWELLING
- CHAPTER 9: A RAINBOW OF BRUISES
- CHAPTER 10: TWO DECEASED ADULTS, ONE LIVE CHILD
- CHAPTER 11: THE GIRL ON THE ROAD
- CHAPTER 12: SCHOOL CORRIDORS OF SMALL POWERS
- CHAPTER 13: THE LOST BOY
- CHAPTER 14: THE COMFORT OF A NANA
- CHAPTER 15: THE NAUGHTY BOY IN THE ATTIC
- CHAPTER 16: THE INTRUDER
- RECORD OF INTERVIEW
- CHAPTER 17: A HALL FULL OF WOMEN WITH CAKE
- CHAPTER 18: MORE THAN ONE
- CHAPTER 19: DEAD MERV
- CHAPTER 20: SUNDAY LUNCH AND A HOMICIDE FILE
- CHAPTER 21: A NAYLE IN THE COFFIN
- CHAPTER 22: TROUBLE IN THE TEA AISLE
- CHAPTER 23: THE INSIDES OF MERV
- CHAPTER 24: THE DEVIL’S CORNER
- CHAPTER 25: THE WISHING POOL
- CHAPTER 26: THE GIRL THEY DIDN’T BELIEVE
- CHAPTER 27: CHICKS CRY FOUL
- RECORD OF INTERVIEW
- CHAPTER 28: THE WATCHING MULLIGANS
- CHAPTER 29: DIMITRI’S LEMONS
- CHAPTER 30: THE TOWN MEETING
- CHAPTER 31: THE WAFFLES BARRIER
- CHAPTER 32: THE TABLES TURN
- CHAPTER 33: THEIR PRECIOUS BOY
- CHAPTER 34: NO WINNERS
- CHAPTER 35: SEAWEED
- CHAPTER 36: THE CALL LOG
- CHAPTER 37: HER HISTORY TOO
- CHAPTER 38: THE ARREST
- CHAPTER 39: THE FALLOUT
- CHAPTER 40: THE DECEPTION BAY SPRING FAIR
- CHAPTER 41: THE CHIEF COMMISSIONER’S VISIT
- CHAPTER 42: NO SUPERHERO ENDING
- CHAPTER 43: THE ‘JUSTICE’ SYSTEM
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I am a teacher and a writer so it is rare for me to be without words. But I was on the day Jane Palfreyman from Allen & Unwin called to say I had won the inaugural Allen & Unwin Crime Fiction Prize. I will be forever grateful that Jane read my book and loved it, and that she invited acclaimed editor Ali Lavau to weave her magic to make my story as good as it could be.
The kernel of the idea for this book came from my Saturdays with the Skull—Brian ‘The Skull’ Murphy—who was known in his heyday as Australia’s toughest cop. He told me when he was a cop in the days of the old-time crooks, he never felt fear. Thanks to his wild stories, I began to toy with the idea of creating a fearless protagonist. My friend retired Assistant Commissioner Sandra Nicholson, who introduced me to Brian, somehow crept into my story too. I hope she doesn’t mind.
While a lot of the business of writing is just me sitting at my computer, every now and again I emerge from my desk and ask people for help. Thanks to Kathryn Ledson for being such a delightfully encouraging early reader. A million thanks to Cameron Hardiman for furnishing me with realistic police details that helped my characters move through their policing world with more authenticity, together with Nicole Joseph from our wonderful writers’ group. Thanks to Megan McInnes who offered suggestions to make the experience of my victims reflect the stark reality.
This novel is part of my PhD in Creative Writing, and thanks go to the fine academics at La Trobe University: Dr Alison Ravenscroft, Dr Claire Knowles and Dr Paddy O’Reilly, who guided my journey through both fiction and academic research. It was Claire’s enthusiastic response at my Confirmation meeting that made me first suspect that I had written something special. I am so grateful to have shared the PhD journey with Amra Pajalic and Kimberley Starr. From our selfies in the uni cafe to reading and discussing each other’s work, and our Covid lockdown Zooms, you made the journey fabulous.
Thanks to Marina Prassos and Angela Foletta for lending me your names for the story, and for realising that it is an occupational hazard of sharing an office with a writer. Thanks to Aimee Shackleton for reading a final draft and telling me it made you feel empowered. And to Claire Halliday for sharing coffee and cake and writer talk because the company of writers feeds the soul.