Among the things that Peter Corris does well are:
Keeping Cliff Hardy real; keeping an excellent sense of time and place; populating his plot with interesting characters of all classes and occupations.
For those not already familiar with Hardy, he is a P.E.A., the Australian equivalent of a private investigator (It stands for private enquiry agent.). Hardy is a tough guy with a fondness for a good book and a good glass of red wine, though he will compromise on either when under stress. What he won't compromise on is his mission (once accepted). He is a cross between Spenser and Philip Marlowe.
As I said, Corris knows the changes that Sydney and Australia have undergone and does his best to remain consistent. The time, for this novel is about 2007, and Hardy has had his "licence" taken away. As he is cleaning up his office, he comes across a file from the late 1980s and we are immediately immersed in a disappearance and, subsequent murder. I made the mistake of thinking that Hardy was going to take up the case to fill his now vacant time, but no, we are back in the 1980s for the duration of the book.
Hardy encounters his fill of con men, toughs, drug dealers, uppity rich folk, uncooperative cops and devious reporters. He finds himself bruised and at gunpoint on several occasions. He visits some of the exotic shore and mountain areas within a day or so drive from Sydney, and he comes away with a fee that he certainly earns.
All in all, a quick and enjoyable summer read.