(Wyatt) had already isolated the main exit points and was preternaturally aware of the guards and any other men or women in uniform…the other day-release men continued to dig and fork and scrape.
‘When things went pear-shaped for Tremayne and Roden, they started stashing money away. Roden’s went on fines and legal costs, but he reckons Tremayne salted away close to a million in liquid assets. He intends to skip the country when things get too hot.’
That was the job. Relieve Tremayne of his million.
In Kill Shot Garry Disher’s anti-hero Wyatt, master thief of artworks, rare books and bank notes, who changes disguise and works alone, is working in Sydney, fed information on heists by Sam Kramer, in jail for swindling investors, via his family. But as in the best and worst of families there is a loose cannon in the son, Joshua, cut out of the loop due to his ice addiction, who is in contact with a former Commando running a security company – both needing money.
"The job" takes Wyatt north to Newcastle where he sets up surveillance on his target, the unfaithful wife, the lawyer, and the best friend who had made money out of Tremayne’s schemes and wisely shifted it elsewhere. But as Wyatt outwits the people tagging Tremayne, he himself is hunted by DS Muecke from Property Crime in Sydney.
For a while I was bemused by the plot, switching locations between Sydney and Newcastle, between Wyatt, Tremayne and Muecke, the wayward son and the prison where Sam Kramer and Tremayne’s former business partner are serving sentences, and sliding in a yacht with minor characters, holed up in a rundown shipyard for repairs -apparently out of left field. Aside from the unsavoury characters, dead bodies, low-level violence and sex scenes, I was drawn in by Disher’s descriptions of the countryside.
(Wyatt) U-turned and began the drive south to Sydney, a steady advance down a slow inland route to avoid the police. This hinterland was edgily desolate at night: small towns, farmhouse and emptiness. His headlights shaped the unwinding bitumen, nocturnal contours he couldn’t make sense of. The eyes of occasional creatures glinting as they assessed him.
And finally, everything fits together: Tremayne gets his just deserts and Wyatt quietly leaves the scene. Another intriguing read in an excellent series.