What sort of curse lay on this family, rich beyond greed, cradled in luxury, that their children were stolen from them, that those they touched they marked with crosses of ash.
Frank Calder, former army officer and one-time detective with the Victorian Police, is called in to the Carson family stronghold, to act as intermediary in the release of 15 year old Anne Carson, grand-daughter of Tom Carson, snatched from the street and held for ransom. Years earlier, Alice Carson, the daughter of Tom’s brother Barry, was also taken and the police called in. Alice managed to escape but was left traumatised, moving to England with her mother. This time the family doesn’t want the police involved, just want to pay the money. It’s not the first hostage situation Calder has been involved in, knowing that if he walks away and the girl is killed, he will shoulder the blame. And if he is drawn in and things go wrong?
He quickly discovers that the Carson family are a tough outfit, led by patriarch Pat Carson, a builder who created an empire, ruthless in business and anyone who crosses him, extended members of the family included. This is a world of deals, favours paid and earned, with elder son Tom running the day-to-day business which is about to float on the stock exchange, Barry in a lesser role.
(Barry) was leaning against the doorjamb, not in golf clothes today. Today, it was all grey, like a drug dealer or an architect or someone who owned a smart café designed by architects. Different glasses too…
Calder brings in “his associate”, former soldier, Mick Orlovsky, a computer whizz, the two forging an unlikely friendship back in Afghanistan.
I saw the survivors of C Troop irregularly but we never lost touch. We were like people who had come through a death camp, bearers of a guilt that knew no rationality and admitted of no untroubled sleep…It wasn’t that we liked one another that much. It was that we were like children of the same abusive father: beyond his reach now and scattered, but always joined by our secret knowing.
His starting point is to track Anne’s known movements on the day she was abducted: a wilful teenager, she felt suppressed by the stifling atmosphere at home - to try and work out how and why she was targeted.
I was in a small vestibule, pulsating music audible, facing another door. I opened it and the sound was like a blow to the whole upper body. It hit you then it invaded you, stuck probes up your nose, into your mouth. My fillings seemed to be transmitting sound and I could taste them. I subdued the impulse to flee, stood my ground.
Barry refuses to be in the same room as Tom’s son Mark (Anne’s father) – in Europe somewhere making dubious deals – while the mother is held in a secure mental institution. While Orlovsky works his magic on computers, Calder sifts through details given - readily or reluctantly - by each family member, with Alice providing a vital breakthrough. Calder comes to realise the abduction was never about money, but revenge.
Once again, Peter Temple’s flair with words, the dry-wit observations of everyday people and places make the pages sparkle, though this is a far darker novel than his popular Jack Irish series - a tale of family secrets and earlier disappearances. Did not foresee the ending, and the title? That is a surprise worth waiting for.