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This is the 15th book in the Series featuring the Murder Squad Detectives Joseph Lind and Marjory Hendricks.
Their mettle as Murder Detectives is tested severely as they investigate what appears to be an Assisted Suicide of a dying woman by her distraught husband, the murder of a "wife bashing husband" at the hands of the long suffering wife and the discovery of the bodies of two young teenagers found stuffed into suitcases in the middle of the bush. This leads to Surrogacy practices, illegal adoption and the grooming of young children in the murky waters of child pornography.
I was going slowly bonkers due to my enforced torpidity.
Crumbling under the weight of inactivity that I found myself in.
It was only the second week of my 'Stand-down on Full Pay' regime.
God only knew the passage of time involved before it was finally dealt with.
Waiting for the Standards and Ethics Hearing Panel to hand down their Findings on my Appeal.
Something that was forecast to possibly take months!
I was told to be patient in a patronising and scolding manner by Jennifer Stevenson who had represented me admirably at the Hearing. Her time volunteered at nil cost as she nursed her new-born baby. She on maternity leave from the DPP's Office.
Their most valued Prosecutor now a nursing mother.
Who would have believed such a state of affairs?
Not even my former enjoyable bouts of exercise and surfing my 'patch' seemed to have a positive effect on my melancholia.
In sheer frustration and in a bolt of anger, I loaded up the 4WD and headed out.
Bill, my long suffering son and Malisa, his long term, live-in love shouting their discontent at my disappearing image at them having lost the sole use of my vehicle. Billy had always ridden my 'Duke' to Uni Classes while Mal did own a car of her own, though her preference was obviously my big Toyota!
They seemed to monopolise its use on the week-ends.
Her penchant of late of wanting to re-paint and re-furnish the inside of the house was disconcerting.
Like a Mother Hen scurrying about preparing a nest, things would suddenly appear. Or disappear, depending on the whim of the moment.
The Garage seemed to be filling quickly with items trawled from Op Shops and Second-hand Furniture joints. Projects to commence when time permitted. A new life for a discarded and much loved piece of furniture past its use-by date!
All junk to me!
I must admit though, her preliminary attempts at resurrection were both spectacular and clever, even to this shallow person of very little imagination.
She would never hear that from me, though!
The conversation always seemed to drift towards my relocating to the spacious Granny Flat, where they had resided unperturbed and out of my hair for some three years now. The airy, sun-filled dwelling attached to the rear of the house had been built for my Mother-in-law after my wife was murdered. The old girl had volunteered to look after Bill who had only been ten at the time. I had gladly taken up her kind offer as I was petrified of the thought of bringing up my son on my own. The old girl had donated most of the money towards the extension which became her home until she died some seven years later.
I must admit unequivocally that she did a first rate job with Billy from the tender age of ten up until the age of seventeen when she had died suddenly. We were completely ignorant of her worsening situation and she remained stoic right until the end. By then my son had grown into a very responsible teenager of ample intelligence and a healthy lust to learn
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