検索キーワード： 著者 "Garry Disher" すべてのカテゴリー

Wyatt made some powerful enemies in his first three outings, and the time has come to confront them. But we know by now that Wyatt’s revenge won’t be showy, impetuous and futile; it will be pragmatic, elaborate—and still possibly futile. He holes up in Sydney, preparing to return home to Melbourne to play his enemies against each other in a dangerous double-cross that will tear down the notions of loyalty and obligation.

After the heists gone wrong in Kickback and Paydirt, Wyatt is further down on his luck and deeper in with the Outfit, a network of organised criminals whose attention he's tried hard to avoid. A risky job in a Brisbane bank and the return of a femme fatale add further complications to Wyatt's increasingly desperate situation and force him to decide who he is and who he cares about.

This time it's a payroll and bank run in the north of South Australia, an outpost town suddenly transformed by a pipeline construction project that brings petty crime, prostitution—and opportunity. It's a town with its own secrets and Wyatt isn't quick to trust at the best of times. But he's on the run and he can't afford to be choosy.

Wyatt robs banks and payroll vans. Most men like him are dead or in jail, but Wyatt stamps a cold, pitiless style on his heists and has never been caught. Now his funds are low and his luck is running out - until the day Anna Reid explains about the kickback in her partner’s safe. But other players are involved. In Wyatt’s world, there is no yielding, no redemption, and when he’s crossed, the outcome is inevitable.

Twenty years ago, Charlie Deravin’s mother went missing near the family beach shack - believed murdered; body never found. His father has lived under a cloud of suspicion ever since. Now Charlie's back living in the shack in Menlo Beach, on disciplinary leave from his job with the police sex-crimes unit, and permanent leave from his marriage. After two decades worrying away at the mystery of his mother's disappearance, he's run out of leads. Then the skeletal remains of two people are found in the excavation of a new building site - and the past comes crashing in on Charlie.

Tivertons sirrend heißer Sommer, der müde Steinmauern zermalmt und träge Windräder unter seiner Hitze in die Knie zwingt, wird von einem kalt grünen Winter abgelöst. Unentwegt fährt Constable Hirschhausen über die einsamen Landstraßen, um nach dem Rechten zu sehen.

Winter in Tiverton, and Constable Paul Hirschhausen has a snowdropper on his patch. Someone is stealing women's underwear, and Hirsch knows how that kind of crime can escalate. Then two calls come in: a child abandoned in a caravan, filthy and starving. And a man on the rampage at the primary school. Hirsch knows how things like that can escalate, too. An absent father who isn't where he's supposed to be; another who flees to the back country armed with a rifle. Families under pressure can break. But it's always a surprise when the killing starts.

Now that they are lovers, Detective Inspector Hal Challis and Sergeant Ellen Destry must guard their affections closely, for romantic relationships are strictly forbidden by department regulations. Trying to keep their professional and personal lives separate, they investigate the brutal assault of a private school chaplain as well as the murder of a public official. Applying further pressure is a prominent politician who has no love for police and wants the first case closed quickly.

In der Nähe von Tiverton, einer Kleinstadt in Australiens Nirgendwo, wird ein Mädchen tot am Straßenrand gefunden. Constable Paul Hirschhausen, genannt Hirsch, übernimmt den Fall. Er glaubt nicht an einen Unfall mit Fahrerflucht.

An unidentified man is fished out of the sea with an anchor strapped to his waist. And for DI Hal Challis, this sparks the beginning of a chilling series of shotgun killings. As Challis investigates, a farmer on the peninsula erupts into violence and is the target of a massive manhunt. And then Challis finds some aerial photographs in the possession of his friend Kitty that link her to the murders....

Detective Alan Auhl does things his own way - and gets results. He works cold cases now. Like the death of John Elphick - his daughters are still convinced he was murdered, the coroner not so sure. Or the skeleton that’s just been found under a concrete slab. Or the doctor who killed two wives and a girlfriend and left no evidence at all....

Summer on the Peninsula. The heat’s ramping up, the usual holiday madness building. D.I. Hal Challis is already recycling his shower water and starting to dread Christmas. But this year there’s something more. Women abducted and murdered on the Old Highway. A pall of fear over the scorched paddocks. The media are demanding answers - and Challis’s sleepy beat is set to explode.

Die Dezemberhitze brennt auf die trockenen Felder und den flimmernden Asphalt im australischen Tiverton. Constable Paul Hirschhausen leitet die Polizeistation der Kleinstadt im staubigen Niemandsland. Bagatelldiebstähle, Trunkenheit am Steuer - Hirsch hat nicht allzu viel zu tun. Bis ein Pferdemassaker die Anwohner erschüttert und dem Constable Rätsel aufwirft. Die Medien wittern eine Story und fallen in Tiverton ein. Hirsch muss die Gemüter beruhigen, doch als auch noch eine Leiche gefunden wird, überschlagen sich die Ereignisse.

Ein jahrealtes Skelett, ein ungeklärter Mordfall und vergessene Geheimnisse - ein Fall für Sergeant Alan Auhl. Im Garten der Wrights auf der Blackberry Hill Farm gleitet eine Schlange über den verdorrten Rasen und unter eine verwitterte Betonplatte. Die aufgeschreckte Familie lässt den Schlangenfänger kommen, doch der buddelt etwas ganz anderes aus: Unter der Platte kommt ein Skelett zum Vorschein. Ein Fall für die Abteilung für ungelöste Verbrechen, in der Sergeant Alan Auhl verstaubte Cold Cases bearbeitet.

Wyatt sondiert mal wieder die Möglichkeiten. Eine Bank wäre toll oder ein Geldtransporter. Doch soll er sich deswegen mit dreisten, jungen Idioten und Meth-Köpfen einlassen? So groß ist seine Verzweiflung dann doch nicht, zumal ihm ein Broker in Queensland einen One-Man-Job anbietet. Ein flämisches Gemälde aus dem 16. Jahrhundert - von den Nazis während des Zweiten Weltkriegs erbeutet - sei im Erholungsort Noosa, in der sengenden Hitze der Sunshine Coast im Haus eines Pädophilen aufgetaucht und eine israelische Auftraggeberin biete viel Geld dafür.

Wyatt sondiert mal wieder die Möglichkeiten. Eine Bank wäre toll oder ein Geldtransporter. Doch soll er sich deswegen mit dreisten, jungen Idioten und Meth-Köpfen einlassen? So groß ist seine Verzweiflung dann doch nicht, zumal ihm ein Broker in Queensland einen One-Man-Job anbietet.

Hirsch's rural beat is wide. Daybreak to day's end, dirt roads and dust. Every problem that besets small towns and isolated properties, from unlicensed driving to arson. In the time of the virus, Hirsch is seeing stresses heightened and social divisions cracking wide open. His own tolerance under strain; people getting close to the edge. Today he's driving an international visitor around: Janne Van Sant, whose backpacker son went missing while the borders were closed. They're checking out his last photo site, his last employer. A feeling that the stories don't quite add up.

The neat suburban homes of the Peninsula seem like an improbable setting for sex parties, blackmail and murder. But when DI Hal Challis is called to investigate the murder of Janine McQuarrie - shot in a deserted country lane in front of her seven-year-old daughter - his progress is hampered by a web of lies and secrets. Everybody has something to hide, something to lose. And someone in Waterloo is determined to kill again.

Grace is a thief—a good one. But she's always on the move, always looking over her shoulder, always alone. It's not the life she wants. Then a run-in with an old associate forces her to lie low in a small rural town, where she happens across an antiques shop. The owner Erin is timid but friendly, and has a room to rent. And Grace glimpses a different life, and perhaps a home. But there are dangerous men watching her, and Grace should know better than to let her guard slip. Because no matter how far she runs, her past is always just a few steps behind...