This is the second in the Jack Irish series, and is an excellent Australian conspiracy-theory thriller with well-written characters and a genuine sense of place. This is the second Peter Temple novel to star slightly shady lawyer Jack Irish. The first in the series is Bad Debts, which I rattled on about here. The book is slightly overstuffed with an A-plot involving a disappeared ne’er-do-well son, a B-plot involving Irish’s gangsterish racetrack buddies, a C-plot involving his longtime pub group picking a new team to follow after their old one moved and even a D-plot with Irish finding love again after his reporter girlfriend from the first book moves away (much like the football team).
OK, so I stole that precis from a review on Goodreads. I have to admit to getting tired of coming up with my own plot descriptions.
Irish is a likable fellow, who decides to look for the disappeared son of an old friend of his deceased father. The guy lent his feckless son $65,000. ha. Yeah, parents can be so clueless. He needs the money or will lose his house. Well, now the son has disappeared, without a trace as they say. Irish wants to help the older man because he knew and was friends with his father.
OK, the usual. Bodies. Complications. Slightly on the gravel edge of legal activities. All the good stuff. Great read. Definitely one of my favorite authors.