Sleep did not come to Jo. She knew it wouldn’t. She lay awake listening to the rock-crushing snores of her bloodhound and Ruth’s soft breathing from the floor by her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in the prefab, the flames growing closer, building up like the screams inside her head. Her heart pounded in her head with a sickening rhythm. She took some deep breaths to slow it down, noticing how the rhythm seemed to have synchronised itself to the ticking of the alarm clock and the noises of the night. From the river a banjo frog called to its mate with a slow resonant twang. The old gum in the back garden creaked to the whisper of the breeze.
Widower Sergeant Cam Fraser has moved with his teenage daughter Ruby, from NSW back to the rural West Australian town where he grew up and met his wife, Elizabeth. Three years earlier his wife and son were killed in a car bomb after he testified against a bikie gang. His immediate problem, other than getting his troubled daughter settled in a new school, is the police beat he is to manage: Vince, an obstructive Senior Constable has a file of complains against him, plus a useless admin bloke, an ex-AFL player and rookie, Leanne. When a partially-burned body turns up outside the school grounds, Cam and Vince set out to investigate.
‘How do you see it then?’ Cam asked, rubbing his chin.
Vince puffed himself up. ‘Some lush was in the bush, having a drink, fell asleep, dropped his smoke and whoosh, instant crispy critter with fries. You don’t call SOCO out over the accidental death of one pisspot. I’ve been here eight years, Sarge; you’ve been here eight days. Toorrup has enough on its hands with the bikie gangs...’
The deceased was until recently a maintenance man, fired from the school for misconduct. But with conflicting eye-witness reports Cam has difficulty sorting out the truth, in a town where nothing is what it seems. Plus he has Ruby to worry about…
When I began to read this, my thoughts were cliché-ed “High Noon”: the noble police officer, Cam, attractive teacher, Jo Bowman and rebellious daughter, Ruby, in a red-neck town transposed to WA. Instead, as the drama and investigation unfolded, I was drawn in and not until the end did I pick the villain, who used misdirection.
And not the least bit “sookie”. I liked the background of the bush, birds and frogs, though there are a few typos missed during editing in this eBook (why did HarperCollins not pick them up???) Overall I was impressed and look forward to reading more from Felicity Young.