{"product_id":"resurrection-bay-isbn-9781782273912","title":"Resurrection Bay","description":"\u003cb\u003eONE OF THE YEAR’S 10 BEST MYSTERY NOVELS — \u003ci\u003ePUBLISHERS WEEKLY \u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eFinalist for the CWA (Crime Writers’ Association) Gold Dagger\u003cbr\u003e Finalist for John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger Awards\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eFrom Australia’s most exciting new crime-writing talent comes an “outstanding . . . gripping and violent” thriller starring a deaf PI who is “original and appealing” (\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e) \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eCaleb Zelic can’t hear you, but he sees everything. And he never forgets a face.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Caleb Zelic's childhood friend has been brutally murdered—fingers broken, throat slit—at his home in Melbourne. Tortured by guilt, Caleb vows to track down the killer. But he's profoundly deaf; missed words and misread lips can lead to confusion, and trouble.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fortunately, Caleb knows how to read people; a sideways glance, an unconvincing smile, speak volumes. When his friend Frankie, a former cop, offers to help, they soon discover the killer is on their tail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sensing that his ex-wife may also be in danger, Caleb insists they return to their hometown of Resurrection Bay. But here he learns that everyone—including his murdered friend—is hiding something. And the deeper he digs, the darker the secrets . . .\u003cb\u003eFinalist for the 2019 Barry Award — Best Paperback Original\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eFinancial Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eCrimeTime UK \u003c\/i\u003eBook of the Year via three reviewers\u003cbr\u003eShortlisted for the \u003cb\u003eCrime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger Award and the John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger Award\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eShortlisted for the Deadly Pleasures Mystery Magazine Barry Award for Best Paperback Original\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \"terrific debut . . . The hearing-impaired Caleb (Zelic) must rely on his keen ability to read faces as he tries to figure out whom, if anyone, he can trust. The truth behind the violence is both stunning and fairly clued, and Caleb is a sufficiently complex lead to easily sustain a series. James Ellroy and Paul Cleave fans will relish this hard-edged crime novel.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly \u003c\/i\u003e(Starred Review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Outstanding. . . a gripping and violent tale with a hero who is original and appealing.​\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— The Guardian\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"More than lives up to its hype ... Fierce, fast-moving, violent … it is as exciting a debut as fellow Australian Jane Harper’s \u003ci\u003eThe Dry\u003c\/i\u003e, and I can think of no higher praise.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— Daily Mail\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Trailing literary prizes in its wake… superbly characterized… well above most contemporary crime fiction.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eFinancial Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"[A] stunning debut … original and splendidly plotted with a harshness that nevertheless allows humour to intrude. Above all, it has a superb cast of main characters.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— The Times \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e(Crime Book of the Month)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"All the staples of Australian crime fiction are here: unflinching violence, corrupt cops, brutish men and tougher women. Viskic, garlanded with five book awards down under, adds some enjoyable refinements: Caleb Zelic, a hero whose investigations are somewhat hampered by the fact that he's profoundly deaf, and a zinging wit to savour. First of a Zelic series.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— Sunday Times \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eCrime Club\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This outstanding debut from Australian author Viskic is fast-paced with gut-wrenching twists and an engaging protagonist.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eDaily Express \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A very impactful thriller… distinctive… a hero you will want more of in future.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Book Bag\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"the dialogue is excellent. . . [the plot] zooms along.\" — \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eSunday Express\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Wow! What a debut novel! Captivating, quirky and absolutely riveting.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eCrime Book Junkie\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Viskic’s novel is the reason I love reviewing. This is a truly gripping debut which feels as though written by a seasoned writer. Mesmerising.\"\u003cb\u003e — \u003ci\u003eCrimesquad\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Excellent debut novel … certainly a name to watch.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eSHOTS\u003c\/i\u003e crime fiction magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gutsy, original. . . [a] stunning crime debut... [with a] devilishly tricky plot.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eThriller Books Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The drama added by Caleb’s deafness is what makes the book.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eAction on Hearing Loss\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An Australian thriller at its finest. A captivating read from first page to last. In Caleb Zelic, Viskic has created a character with depth and heart who will linger long after the final page.” — \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eJane Harper, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Dry\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"In her research for \u003ci\u003eResurrection Bay\u003c\/i\u003e, the author studied Australian sign language to add to the authenticity of the novel and that work really pays off here.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— Crime Fiction Lover\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pacy, violent but with a big thundering heart… An outstanding debut.” — \u003cb\u003eEva Dolan, author of \u003ci\u003eLong Way Home\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A terrific book … sharp, punchy, visceral and propulsive. The story grabs you by the throat from the opening pages and it never once slackens its hold.” — \u003cb\u003eChristos Tsiolkas, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Slap\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"On par with the heavyweights of crime.\"\u003cb\u003e —\u003ci\u003e Sydney Morning Herald\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A compelling, highly recommended read.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003e Books+Publishing\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An outstanding debut novel from an author you'd hope is busy on the next instalment right now.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Newtown Review of Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Distinctive flavour. . . several twists.\" — \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eHerald Scotland\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Fast-moving narrative. . . numerous yet coherent plot developments. . . [the character of Caleb is] convincingly portrayed.\"\u003ci\u003e — \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eMystery People\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Viskic has created a genuinely unique and captivating character who deserves a place alongside Jack Irish and Cliff Hardy.\"\u003cb\u003e — P. M. Newton\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"I was totally immersed … sharp, snappy, hard-boiled … a refreshingly original main protagonist.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eRaven Crime Reads\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"A kick in the teeth when the sting in the tail comes.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eClover Hill\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I was hooked … There is so much to love about Resurrection Bay.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNorthern Crime\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"A truly rock and roll writing style… riveting … banging brilliant … A perfect storm of a read … Highly recommended.\" — \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eLiz Loves Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A deadly game of cat and mouse … with double-crossing and questionable motives aplenty … a good twist.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eCrime Thriller Hound\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Outstanding… gripping and violent… a hero who is original and appealing.\" \u003cb\u003e— Laura Wilson, \u003ci\u003eGuardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"If this is anything to go by, we could do with more Aussie crime fiction over here. Viskic knows how to put together a gripping story.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNudge Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It has a unique take… great twists and turns with excellent layering.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNudge Books \u003c\/i\u003eSecond Opinion Column\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A terrific new voice. Great writing and credibly vulnerable characters.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— The Irish Examiner\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"After reading this book [book two] can’t come quickly enough… I really need to know what happens next.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSteph’s Book Blog\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Punchily written and snappily paced, with a vivid cast of characters.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eDavid’s Book World \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e(blog)\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"A thriller that delivers a rush… a gritty and at times violent book with a great storyline at its very heart.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Last Word\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e (blog)\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"An excellent twist… The writing flowed effortlessly… A recommended read for all crime thriller fans.\" — \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNever Imitate\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e (blog)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Viskic really ramps up the tension… Excellent pacing, I loved the plot… Fantastic conclusion which delivered.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e— Col's Criminal Library\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e (blog)\"An   Australian thriller at its finest. A captivating read from first page to   last.\" \u003cb\u003e-- Jane Harper, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Dry\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An outstanding debut... Pacy, violent but with a big thundering heart, it   looks set to be one of the debuts of the year and marks Emma Viskic out as a   serious contender on the crime scene.\" \u003cb\u003e-- Eva Dolan\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Terrific... Grabs you by the throat and never slackens its hold.\" \u003cb\u003e-- Christos   Tsiolkas, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Slap\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eEmma Viskic is an award-winning Australian crime writer. Her critically acclaimed debut novel, \u003ci\u003eResurrection Bay,\u003c\/i\u003e won the 2016 Ned Kelly Award for Best Debut, and an unprecedented three Davitt Awards: Best Adult Novel, Best Debut, and Readers' Choice. It was also iBooks Australia's Crime Novel of the year, and was shortlisted for both the CWA Gold and New Blood Daggers in the UK. Emma studied Australian sign language (Auslan) in order to write the character of Caleb Zelic. She is currently writing the fourth Caleb Zelic thriller.1.\u003cbr\u003e Caleb was still holding him when the paramedics arrived.\u003cbr\u003e Stupid to have called an ambulance – Gary was dead. Had\u003cbr\u003e to be dead. Couldn’t breathe with his throat slit open like\u003cbr\u003e that. Th e ambos seemed to think so, too. Th ey stopped\u003cbr\u003e short of the blood-slicked kitchen tiles, their eyes on\u003cbr\u003e Gary’s limp form in his arms. A man and a woman,\u003cbr\u003e wearing blue uniforms and wary expressions. Th e woman\u003cbr\u003e was talking, but her words slipped past him, too formless\u003cbr\u003e to catch.\u003cbr\u003e ‘It’s too late,’ he told her.\u003cbr\u003e She stepped back. ‘You got a knife there, mate?\u003cbr\u003e Something sharp?’ Speaking slowly now, each syllable a\u003cbr\u003e distinct and well-formed shape.\u003cbr\u003e ‘No.’ The tightness didn’t leave her face, so he added,\u003cbr\u003e ‘I didn’t kill him.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘Anyone else in the house?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘No, but Gary’s kids’ll be home from school soon. Don’t\u003cbr\u003e let them see him.’\u003cbr\u003e She exchanged a glance with her colleague. ‘OK, how\u003cbr\u003e about you put Gary down now, let us check him out?’\u003cbr\u003e He nodded, but couldn’t seem to move. The ambos\u003cbr\u003e conferred, then ventured closer. They coaxed his hands\u003cbr\u003e loose and laid Gary gently on the fl oor, their fingers feeling\u003cbr\u003efor a pulse that couldn’t be there. Blood on their gloves. On\u003cbr\u003e him, too – coating his hands and arms, soaking the front\u003cbr\u003e of his T-shirt. The material stuck to his chest, still warm.\u003cbr\u003e Hands gripped him, urging him up, and he was somehow\u003cbr\u003e walking. Out through the living room, past the upended\u003cbr\u003e fi ling cabinet and slashed cushions, the shattered glass.\u003cbr\u003e Away from the terrible thing that used to be Gary.\u003cbr\u003e He blinked in the pallid Melbourne sun. The woman’s\u003cbr\u003e voice hummed faintly, but he gazed past her to the street.\u003cbr\u003e It looked the same as always – a row of blank-faced houses;\u003cbr\u003e trampolines in the front yard, labradoodles in the back.\u003cbr\u003e Th ere was his car, two wheels up on the curb. He’d been\u003cbr\u003e fi nishing a job down the Peninsula when Gaz texted: a\u003cbr\u003e great result, back-slapping all round. It had been an hour\u003cbr\u003e before he’d read the message, another two in the car, stuck\u003cbr\u003e behind every B-double and ageing Volvo. He should have\u003cbr\u003e run the red lights. Broken the speed limits. The laws of\u003cbr\u003e physics.\u003cbr\u003ePolice lights strobed the street as dusk turned to darkness.\u003cbr\u003e Caleb sat on the back of the ambulance tray with a blanket\u003cbr\u003e around his shoulders and the company of a pale and\u003cbr\u003e silent constable who smelled of vomit. His own stomach\u003cbr\u003e churned. He couldn’t rub the blood from his hands. It was\u003cbr\u003e in his pores, under his nails. He scrubbed them against\u003cbr\u003e his jeans as he watched strangers troop in and out of\u003cbr\u003e Gary’s home. They carried clipboards and bags, and wore\u003cbr\u003e little cotton booties over their shoes. Across the road, the\u003cbr\u003e lights from the news vans illuminated the watching crowd:\u003cbr\u003eneighbours, reporters, kids on bikes. He was too far away\u003cbr\u003e to see their expressions, but could feel their excitement.\u003cbr\u003e A charge in the air like an approaching storm.\u003cbr\u003e The constable snapped to attention as someone\u003cbr\u003e strode down the driveway towards them. It was the big\u003cbr\u003e detective, the one who’d searched him and seemed a little\u003cbr\u003e disappointed not to find the murder weapon. Around\u003cbr\u003e Caleb’s age, mid-thirties at most, with short-cropped\u003cbr\u003e hair and shoulders that challenged the seams of his suit.\u003cbr\u003e Telleco? Temenko? Tedesco.\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco stopped in front of the young policeman. ‘Move\u003cbr\u003e the reporters back from the tape, Constable. If you feel the\u003cbr\u003e urge to up-chuck again, aim it at them rather than the\u003cbr\u003e crime scene.’ He turned to Caleb. ‘A few more questions,\u003cbr\u003e Mr Zelic, then I’ll get you to make your statement down\u003cbr\u003e the station.’\u003cbr\u003e Th e easy rhythms of a dust-bowl country town in his\u003cbr\u003e speech, but his face was half-hidden by shadows. Caleb\u003cbr\u003e shifted a few steps to draw him into the light.\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco glanced from him to the nearest streetlight.\u003cbr\u003e ‘If it’s too dark for you we can move closer to the house.’\u003cbr\u003e Metres from Gary’s body. Th e stench of blood and fear.\u003cbr\u003e ‘Here’s fine.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I take it you had more than just a business relationship\u003cbr\u003e with Senior Constable Marsden.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘He’s a friend.’ No. No more present tense for Gary.\u003cbr\u003e From now on, only past: I knew a man called Gary\u003cbr\u003e Marsden, I loved him like a brother.\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco was watching him: a face hewn from stone,\u003cbr\u003e with all the warmth to match. He pulled a notebook from\u003cbr\u003e his pocket.\u003cbr\u003e‘This urgent call he made, asking you to come, can you\u003cbr\u003e remember his exact words?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I can show you, it was a text.’ His hand went to his\u003cbr\u003e pocket, found it empty. Shit. He patted his jeans. ‘I’ve lost\u003cbr\u003e my phone. Is it in the house?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘A text, not a call? Not too urgent, then. Could just be\u003cbr\u003e a coincidence he asked you to come.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘No. Gaz always texted me, everyone does. And he was\u003cbr\u003e worried. He always used correct grammar, but this was all\u003cbr\u003e over the place. Something like, “Scott after me. Come my\u003cbr\u003e house. Urgent. Don’t talk anyone. Anyone.” All in capitals.’\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco flicked slowly through his notebook, then\u003cbr\u003e wrote. Careful letters and punctuation, a fi rm, clear hand.\u003cbr\u003e He’d be able to read that back in court without a stumble.\u003cbr\u003e Gaz would have approved.\u003cbr\u003e He kept his pen poised. ‘Who’s Scott?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t know.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t care what dodgy dealings your company’s\u003cbr\u003e involved in, Mr Zelic. I’m homicide, not fraud, not\u003cbr\u003e narcotics. So what are we talking about here? A deal gone\u003cbr\u003e wrong? In over your heads with someone?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘No, there’s nothing like that. Trust Works is legit.\u003cbr\u003e We do corporate security, fraud investigation, that sort\u003cbr\u003e of thing. My partner’s an ex-cop – Frankie Reynolds. Ask\u003cbr\u003e around, half the force can vouch for her.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘And Senior Constable Marsden? How does he fit in?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘He was just helping out on an insurance case, earning\u003cbr\u003e a bit of extra cash.’\u003cbr\u003e It had been a fl ash of fuck-I’m-good inspiration over\u003cbr\u003e Friday-night beers with Gaz. A solution to a job that was\u003cbr\u003e way too big for them. One that Frankie had tried to talk\u003cbr\u003ehim out of accepting. Why the hell hadn’t he listened to\u003cbr\u003e her?\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco was talking again, asking if Gaz had . . .\u003cbr\u003e something. Many problems? No, that couldn’t be right.\u003cbr\u003e ‘Sorry, what?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘Money problems,’ Tedesco said. ‘You said he was\u003cbr\u003e earning extra cash. Did he have money problems?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘No, but he’s got a young family, money always comes\u003cbr\u003e in handy. Look, the case has to be connected. It’s a couple\u003cbr\u003e of big warehouse robberies. Gaz thought the thieves had\u003cbr\u003e an inside contact.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘Constable Marsden wasn’t killed by some dodgy\u003cbr\u003e warehouse manager, Mr Zelic. He was executed. Executed\u003cbr\u003e – that’s a word you don’t hear thrown around the outer\u003cbr\u003e suburbs too often.’\u003cbr\u003e A happy-looking word: a little smile for the first\u003cbr\u003e syllable, a soft pucker for the third.\u003cbr\u003e ‘Blood all over the walls and ceiling.’ Tedesco waited\u003cbr\u003e a beat. ‘All over you. Th at’s someone sending a message.\u003cbr\u003e Who? And what?’\u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t know. He was just talking to people. Nothing\u003cbr\u003e dangerous, nothing . . . I don’t know.’\u003cbr\u003e Th e detective’s eyes pinned him. Grey; the colour of\u003cbr\u003e granite, not sky. If the silent stare was an interrogation\u003cbr\u003e technique, it was wasted on him: he’d always found silence\u003cbr\u003e safer than words.\u003cbr\u003e ‘Right,’ Tedesco fi nally said. ‘Come this way. I’ll get\u003cbr\u003e someone to take you to the station.’\u003cbr\u003e ‘Wait. Th e dog, the kids’ dog, I didn’t see it. Is it . . .?’\u003cbr\u003e The detective’s words were lost as he turned away,\u003cbr\u003e but Caleb caught his expression. A fl ash of real emotion:\u003cbr\u003esorrow. Fuck. Poor bloody kids. Tedesco was halfway across\u003cbr\u003e the road, striding towards the crowd. Later, deal with it\u003cbr\u003e all later. Just hold it the fuck together now. He jogged\u003cbr\u003e to catch up and followed Tedesco under the police tape.\u003cbr\u003e Cameras turned their black snouts towards him. Lights,\u003cbr\u003e thrusting microphones, a blurred roar of sound. He froze.\u003cbr\u003e Tedesco was in front of him, his mouth moving quickly.\u003cbr\u003e Something about parachutes? Parasites?\u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t understand,’ Caleb said, then realised he was\u003cbr\u003e signing. He tried again in English.\u003cbr\u003e Th e detective gripped his arm and hauled him towards\u003cbr\u003e a patrol car, half pushed him inside. Th e door slammed\u003cbr\u003e shut, but couldn’t block the hungry faces.\u003cbr\u003e Caleb closed his eyes and turned off his aids.\u003cbr\u003e Scott. A soft name, just sibilance and air. Who the hell\u003cbr\u003e was he? 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