4.5~5★
“Everyone lied, every day—especially to the police. A one-off, outright lie, from someone unused to lying, could often be identified and disproved. Constant and habitual lying was harder to recognise, let alone challenge, because the liar no longer saw a distinction between a lie and the truth.”
Hirsch is the one cop in the one-cop-shop in the one-horse town of Tiverton, South Australia. He’s been trying hard to ingratiate himself with the locals, so he’s reluctantly yielded to the pressure to put on a Santa suit in the stifling summer heat and ride into town on the one horse, Radish.
Actually, I tell a lie. Radish is an enormous Clydesdale, but he’s not entirely alone. His owner, Nan Washburn, breeds prize-winning miniature ponies on a few acres on the outskirts of town, and some local kids earn a bit of money helping out. It’s not a place with many entertainment or employment options for kids. For anyone, for that matter.
Constable Paul Hirschhausen now has a pretty good handle on who the troublemakers are likely to be, who the nuisances are, and who’s just lonely and needs a chat. He’s pretty well-liked and pretty trusted.
“‘Wayne here?’
Muir stowed the hose, taking his time. Contemplating his cop friend as if weighing his loyalties. Wayne Flann belonged to the district; he was a CFS* member—but he was also trouble. Hirsch was accustomed to seeing these mental machinations in the locals. He let the process play out.” *Country Fire Service
Wayne Flann is in the troublemaker category while his younger brother is maybe nuisance category, graduating to trouble, and then there are some kids who are kind of hangers-on, but it’s hard to know which direction they’re heading. Paul is alert and watchful.
It’s Christmas time (hence the Santa suit), and when a crime is committed that warrants some investigative assistance from a more major centre, Paul finds himself stuck with Office Christmas Party protocol. Get some food and grog, and oh yes … last minute Christmas cards.
“In matters of card-giving, humour was his default position, but the three Redruth officers were strangers to him. Did any of them have a sense of humour? Were they churchgoers? In the end he found three generic snowscapes with the single word ‘Peace’ inside. That’s all a cop wants at Christmas, he thought. Not heavenly peace, just a general absence of mayhem.”
No absence of mayhem for Hirsch, unfortunately, and very little time to spend in peace with Wendy and Katie, his new lady-love and her daughter – the only people he really wants to spend Christmas with. Instead, it’s full on policing around the countryside, dealing eventually with big-city detectives who won’t say why they are involved.
He used to be a ‘real’ detective before he was demoted for ratting out the rats in his past department. You don’t get ahead by blowing the whistle, but he did blow out some of the dirt.
“Roesch prodded him in the chest. ‘You’re wasted out here.’
‘Not country-town cop material?’
‘I’m from a country town,’ Roesch said. ‘Nothing against country towns. You just don’t want to get trapped in one.’”
Actually, a lot of his time is spent on the road, the rough and dusty and back-breaking road, doing the rounds of trouble spots, isolated old folks at risk, and others who are likely to be in, or causing, trouble – addicts, alcoholics, families suffering with violence. Disher’s characters and landscapes are terrific.
Hirsch is summonsed to Redruth to report to his seniors. He doesn’t know why, but he’s sure it’s not good. A sergeant at that meeting shook hands with Hirsch, but it was not encouraging.
“The handshake brisk, dry. He settled back in his chair with little adjustments of his shirt and trousers. A man who can’t abide creases, thought Hirsch. A man who walks around thinking about his next pair of sunglasses.”
All in all, I get the feeling he might rather be in a one-horse town with Wendy and Katy than deal with the likes of these cops again, but it’s pretty hard going.
“The land out there was parched, the roads powdery and chopped about. Hirsch headed up and down the folds of the earth, dust boiling thickly in his wake. His wrists juddered on the steering wheel.”
Disher is just so good. I’m enjoying this series. I’m reading them in order, which I prefer, but there’s enough back story filled in that this could be a standalone. On to the next one!