It’s a clear and crisp Saturday, perfect for traffic duty. Before going into work I stop by the DIY place down by the marina. It’s a big list: chicken wire, nails, wood, rope, tarp, chain, guttering, et cetera. Apparently goats are gregarious animals but they don’t like rain or cold and need to be well fenced in. The saying goes that goats spend twenty-three hours a day planning their escape and the last hour executing it. As for chickens, don’t get me started.
Marlborough Man is NZ Police Sergeant Nick Chester – the surname changed as he and wife Vanessa and special needs son Paulie relocate to the relative safety of the land of the long white cloud after he fingered a vicious gangland boss in the north-east of England. Even behind bars the gang boss has some pull and Nick is constantly looking over his shoulder. Police work in the Marlborough area (the northern part of the South Island) is the usual mix of theft, drugs and traffic offences, but now there is a paedophile abducting young boys, raping them before killing them by drowning or strangulation. DI Marianne Keegan flies in from Wellington to head the investigation.
The family live in a picturesque valley of hobby farmers, with plantation pine in the near distance the biggest employer. Two maori (Steve and Gary) arrive with pig dogs in the back of the truck, asking to rent a shack on their property, which Vanessa agrees to as she only has part-time work, while Nick is based out of Havelock, a two officer police station he shares with policewoman Latifa who is studying a law degree part-time in Nelson. Latifa’s Maori connections with the marae bring a troubled teen named Denzel to their attention, and with his guardian “Uncle” Walter, they learn of an abduction, rape and murder of a cousin Prince five years earlier, which the investigating officer at the time dismissed as some sort of pay-back.
Written in first person / present tense, Alan Carter has produced an earthy thriller pitting Nick against an influential businessman and vicious villains, relying on help from the duo of “rough diamonds” renting the shack. The narrative is told from Nick’s perspective but interleaved every so often with the chilling thoughts of the serial killer, always a step ahead of the investigation. As coincidences coalesce and false starts evaporate the story reaches its nerve-wracking conclusion.
A very good read, located in one of my favourite parts of NZ. I look forward to reading more of his work.