She would have liked to have the courage to ask him about it but she didn’t. So many things I lack the courage for, she told herself. It was just too hard to risk losing the little joys you have for riches you might never get.
River of Salt opens in a diner in Philadelphia, where a minor player in the underworld is holding court. It is 1961 and Yuri Gagarin in the first man in space. The minor player is wary, with good reason. Blake, a young hitman in the pay of “The Don”, Franco Repacholi has been bidding his time, awaiting the right moment to make the kill. But Blake’s brother Jimmy, hoping to make some fast money so they can break away, falls foul of the mob. “The Don” offers Blake a chance to walk away, and he does, haunted by his betrayal and cowardice, heading west to LA, and from there across the Pacific to Queensland using a false name, settling on the NSW north coast where he opens a bar and plays in a band, hoping to put his past behind him.
Everything is going well, the business is a success, but the small town has its share of secrets, a police sergeant on the take, an alcoholic poet, teenage girls vying for the attention of a rich businessman’s son, sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. Two heavies, working a protection racket, enter Blake’s bar – and he is facing everything he left Philadelphia to escape. Other problems loom: a prostitute is stabbed to death in a motel room, a matchbox from Blake’s bar found at the scene, and when the heavies strike a staff member is badly injured.
The parents look like poor okies. Blake had already told Doreen to open a savings account in Andy’s name. He would pay Andy’s wages into that till he could come back to work. He didn’t tell the parents though. The lessons he’s learned about human nature and money suggested that people could always find a reason why somebody else’s money should be theirs.
When homicide detectives take his friend into custody for the murder Blake realises the only way he can get him off is to find the killer, still at large. And the heavies need to be taken out of the game by the only way a former hitman knows.
He did not deserve any of this: playing his guitar in his own bar with a beautiful woman like Doreen working alongside him, surfing in the crystal ocean, watching the sun rise like a gold coin over a sheet of pure silver. He’d suspected all along it hadn’t just been gifted to him… that there must be some fine print like on a winning lottery ticket.
Author/musician Dave Warner produces a masterly crime novel with numerous twists and turns, with a backdrop of a love story between two people escaping their former lives. I was especially impressed by how he portrays both sexes, their flaws and strengths, played out against the beach culture of the early sixties. Though I picked the killer two-thirds the way though, this did not detract from the denouement. I look forward to reading more from this author.