4★
“They walked on, Kate doing her best to keep pace, her hand moving to support the bulk of her belly and stepping with care along the muddy creek bed. She noticed several thick tree branches, rocks of all sizes, and even the odd shopping trolley. Flood debris, lying where the waters had dropped them, inert and innocent.”
Only weeks off her baby’s due date, Detective Sergeant Kate Miles is tramping around the scene of a suspected murder that may have taken place during the horrific floods in northern NSW, Australia. Joel’s death had been attributed to the flood, but his mother is adamant that Joel’s wife, who escaped, had murdered him.
It’s hot, Kate is exhausted, but the boss has assigned her the troublesome mother and asked her to check the police notes as a formality.
I liked Kate and I enjoyed the story, which didn’t go as I might have thought. As each fact or account was introduced, she found other questions to ask. Kate’s father was a well-known ex-chief inspector, which means there are both expectations of her and a bit of backlash from those who think she might be riding on his coattails.
Alongside this nuisance assignment, she and her partner, Josh, are investigating the holdup at the local McDonald’s by three youths wearing rubber masks of action heroes. They were after money, but one of the guys attacked and kicked a girl so severely she was hospitalised. Not just any girl, but the daughter of Councillor Roman Allen, and he’s after revenge.
Kate introduces herself.
“Roman Allen hesitated momentarily, no doubt silently correlating her ‘Australian’-sounding name to her discernibly South-Asian heritage. She was used to the reaction. It hardly gave her pause anymore. In the genetic stakes, it was her mother, a Sri Lankan migrant from the UK who had placed her stamp on Kate’s appearance, while her younger brother, Luke had taken after their Australian father, inheriting his deep grey eyes and light skin, freckles and all. Growing up she had lost count of the minuscule double takes and swift second glances that had been thrown their way when she had been out and about with her father.
She felt Allen’s eyes flicker across her heavily pregnant form. She could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain, trying to work out where she fit into the mix. Was she junior or senior to the detective he had just met? In the end, he simply accepted her hand and shook it briefly. Kate met his eyes. Nothing. She didn’t know why she had worried. Of course he wouldn’t remember. She had only been a raw young thing at the time, too unimportant to register.”
It’s no surprise that she might have known Roman Allen in the past. Regional areas are notorious for cross-pollination of populations, as I think of it. But she’s a professional. She just gets on with the job, worrying about husband Geoff and little son Archie and hoping to keep herself in one piece, literally, until the baby is due.
As I said, I liked Kate. She shares her Sri Lankan heritage with the author, which gives another interesting aspect to the story.
My only complaint is a personal one. So many of the names are similar, that I had to keep going back to remember which name belonged to whom. Joel, Josh, John, Jack, Jarvis. Abigail, Annika, Annette. Surnames of Ellis, Ellwood, Allen, then Unwin and Goodwin. Lots of Ms, besides McDonald’s – Marshall, Manning, Murchison, Masters, Marin.
I don’t know if other readers found that an issue or not, but when the names Joel and Josh appeared so early in the piece, and then Josh and Josephine were only sentences apart right near the start, (not that I was going to confuse them with each other), I actually considered quitting and giving up on it, expecting a poorly edited first manuscript.
But I persisted, and once I managed to get my head around the cast of characters, I thoroughly enjoyed the story (which is well-edited, except for my niggle). It’s a great debut and I look forward to the next one featuring Kate. (I will try harder to remember the names, or maybe an editor with a memory like mine has picked up on that.)