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491 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 30, 2025
"Write an exposé on organised crime and that’s what you can expect. That and the death threats."
"I no longer dreamt of dilapidated Queenslanders and joyous renovation. This had zero character, nothing worn, nothing tainted: no memories, no legacy; none of mine, none of anyone else’s. It shone with glass and engineered stone, hermetically sealed behind double-glazed windows. The stainless steel on the fridge, the stovetop, the oven, the range hood, the kettle and the toaster; all glowed in uniform splendour. The coffee machine represented a new and better world."
"It rankles Martin, his inability to do anything, to be so reliant on others. He stops the car, considers the town. It sits at a crossroad, where the east–west road between Bourke and Tibooburra meets the Sundowner Track running north–south from nowhere to nowhere, tracking the ephemeral river. A crossroad and a here-again-gone-again river. Barely enough reason to justify a town."
"a cheery-looking woman, hair a messy dark bob, skin tanned. She looks about forty, a few years younger than Martin. Martin can see evidence of Asian heritage, but the voice is all Australian: the same treble twang as roofing metal.
'What can I get you? Beer? After a feed?'
. . .
'I’m Maureen, darl. Everyone calls me Maz. Maz Gingelly.'"
"'Get going. Disappear. Into the desert if you have to.' And Goffing ends the call.
But it’s too late. As Martin has been talking to Jack Goffing, he’s been watching a cloud of dust. A big twin-cab, coming from Port Paroo, across the bridge. But not going on to Bourke. It turns onto the Sundowner Track. He hopes the driver will think nothing of him, just drive on past. But instead it pulls up next to him. Before he can do anything, a man emerges, walks up to the Subaru, smiling broadly. He opens Martin’s door. He has a gun."