By Leah Giarratano
Detective Jackson is engaged in a perilous sting operation in a taut, suspenseful learn from one in every of Australia's new breed of crime writers Working undercover in Sydney's murky drug global, dwelling in a run-down house, and making not likely associates, Detective Sergeant Jill Jackson sees firsthand what devastation unlawful medicinal drugs can yield. Jill's sister Cassie has a brand new boyfriend, and prefer her, he's one of many appealing humans of Sydney—rich, goodlooking, nice task, nice automobile, and obvious in all of the correct places. A high-flying attorney who's doing professional bono paintings to maintain a drug broker out of prison, he's additionally preserving Cassie provided with cocaine and crystal meth. while Cassie overdoses and is dumped on the health facility, her lifestyles starts to spiral uncontrolled. Seren Templeton is simply out of jail—kept clear of her son for 2 years for whatever she did not do. And now she is able to get her revenge at the guy dependable. issues begin to cross awry whilst those worlds collide and Jill and Cassie meet on contrary facets of the legislation.
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Com Internal design by Midland Typesetters, Australia Typeset by Midland Typesetters, Australia Printed and bound by Griffin Press, South Australia For Joshua George. Semper Fidelis. This book is dedicated to Aunty Nancy. And Beetle. In vino veritas. Prologue Monday 1 April, 4 pm Seren ignored the sting of the fly sucking blood from her ankle. She pushed her lips into the salty skin of her knees, pressing the sobs back behind her teeth. This is the last night, she told herself. The last night with her back to the wall, shrunk into the corner, praying for morning.
Byron tried to keep his eyes off her tits, but it was friggin' hard, man: they entered the room a fair way before anything else. They belonged to the sort of girl who always looked right through him. Like, they knew he was there staring straight at them, but they couldn't see him at all. Just once, Byron thought, I'd like to fuck a girl like that. She waited for the men to reach the table before she chose a seat, and, yep, it was like she'd entered a completely empty room. When Christian Worthington strode around to Byron's side of the table with his hand outstretched, it finally occurred to him that he should be standing and he jumped to his feet.
He told her she shouldn't have made such a big thing out of the letters she got from her son. 'Their kids don't write to them,' he had explained a couple of months ago while she had been sweeping the yard. 'Their kids can't write,' Seren had retorted. She'd felt like a bitch as soon as she said it, but since the smacking she'd copped from Little Kim the day before, her top lip split every time she smiled. Not that she did that a lot in here. 'What's even worse is that Crash and Kim can't read. You make them look stupid,' he'd told her.