{"product_id":"darkness-for-light-isbn-9781782275435","title":"Darkness for Light","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe third book in Emma Viskic's pulsating Caleb Zelic series, \u003cb\u003eperfect for fans of Jane Harper \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eCaleb Zelic can't hear you. But he can see everything.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAfter a lifetime of bad decisions PI Caleb Zelic is finally making good ones. He's in therapy, his business is recovering and his relationship with his estranged wife Kat is on the mend.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut soon Caleb is drawn into the tangled life of his troubled ex partner Frankie, which leads to a confrontation with the cops. And when Frankie's niece is kidnapped, she and Caleb must work together to save the child's life. But can Caleb trust her after her past betrayals?\u003cb\u003eA CRIME BOOK OF THE YEAR — \u003ci\u003eThe Times\u003c\/i\u003e (London)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The tension builds from the very first page...brutal but compassionate.\" —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e The Times\u003c\/i\u003e (UK)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for the Caleb Zelic thrillers:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stunning... original and splendidly plotted [with] a superb cast of main characters.\" \u003cb\u003e—  \u003ci\u003eThe Times\u003c\/i\u003e, Crime Book of the Month\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Razor-sharp… James Ellory and Paul Cleave fans will be pleased’ \u003cb\u003e—Publishers Weekly (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Trailing literary prizes in its wake... superbly characterized... well above most contemporary crime fiction.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eFinancial Times\u003c\/i\u003e, Books of the Year\u003c\/b\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 The Dry, and I can think of no higher praise.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eDaily Mail\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Viskic just keeps getting better.\" —\u003cb\u003e Adrian McKinty, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Chain\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A mazey delight of a mystery.\" — \u003cb\u003eIan Rankin, author of the Inspector Rebus novels\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"An Australian thriller at its finest. A captivating read from first page to last.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e— Jane Harper, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Dry\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\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 A children’s farm was a nice change. Clandestine meetings were\u003cbr\u003e usually held in dark pubs, not urban pastures with good sightlines\u003cbr\u003e and pleasant views. Half an hour before closing time, a few families\u003cbr\u003e were still out wandering the gardens and gazing at cows. Crisp air\u003cbr\u003e and deep-blue sky, a lingering warmth to the late afternoon sun.\u003cbr\u003e Melbourne autumn at its best.\u003cbr\u003e Caleb paid the staggering entrance fee and headed down\u003cbr\u003e the path at a brisk pace. The five-block drive from his office had\u003cbr\u003e taken twenty minutes thanks to roadworks, and everything\u003cbr\u003e about this possible client screamed anxiety – the anonymous\u003cbr\u003e email address and lack of phone number, the request they meet\u003cbr\u003e immediately.\u003cbr\u003e A feeling of lightness despite the rush to get here: the end of a\u003cbr\u003e good day, in a good week, in a greatly improved year. Thank God.\u003cbr\u003e Caleb reached an enclosed garden with amber-leaved trees.\u003cbr\u003e Fluffy chickens were scratching at the ground, their feathers\u003cbr\u003e moulting like snow. No self-described stocky man in a charcoal\u003cbr\u003e suit. No men at all. Just a mother and her bandy-legged toddler\u003cbr\u003e offering grass to the disinterested birds. A glimpse into a possible\u003cbr\u003e future: a small hand in his, Kat by his side, an afternoon together\u003cbr\u003e in the sun. The mother turned and said something to him. Her\u003cbr\u003e words were too fast to catch, but her expression was clear: \u003ci\u003eGo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eaway weird, smiling man.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He left.\u003cbr\u003e No one was waiting on the other side of the gate, or by the barns.\u003cbr\u003e Looked like Martin Amon was a no-show. A bit of a surprise; the\u003cbr\u003e man hadn’t come across as flaky in their brief email conversation.\u003cbr\u003e No worrying overuse of capital letters or exclamation marks, just\u003cbr\u003e a few blunt sentences that gave the impression of someone used\u003cbr\u003e to taking charge. Maybe it was just as well. Odds were, Amon was\u003cbr\u003e an uptight manager worried about minor fraud, but his urgency\u003cbr\u003e could also signal something more ominous. The exact kind of work\u003cbr\u003e Caleb avoided these days. He only took safe jobs now – employee\u003cbr\u003e checks and embezzlement cases, security advice – nothing that\u003cbr\u003e could bring fear and violence back into his life. A lesson finally\u003cbr\u003e learned after his brother. After Frankie.\u003cbr\u003e He looped around the far side of the garden for a final look.\u003cbr\u003e More chickens here, three of them pecking at a darkened patch\u003cbr\u003e of grass near a wooden shed. Small lumps of something pale and\u003cbr\u003e glistening. A cloying smell, like a butcher’s shop on a summer’s\u003cbr\u003e day. He knew that smell, still started from his dreams with it\u003cbr\u003e thickening his breath.\u003cbr\u003e He stopped walking.\u003cbr\u003e A long drag-mark led from the birds into the shed; wet, as\u003cbr\u003e though someone had slopped a dirty mop across the grass. Stray\u003cbr\u003e tufts of down had stuck to it, stirring gently in the breeze. White\u003cbr\u003e feathers, stained red.\u003cbr\u003e Bile rose in his throat.\u003cbr\u003e Movement to his right, the mother and toddler coming around\u003cbr\u003e the corner towards him. The child gave him a gummy smile and\u003cbr\u003e offered a fistful of grass. No air to speak; no words. Caleb put\u003cbr\u003e up a hand and signed for them to stop. The woman froze, her\u003cbr\u003e mouth opening as she noticed the pallid flecks and damp grass,\u003cbr\u003e the chickens peck, peck, pecking. She scooped up her child and ran.\u003cbr\u003e He should run, too.\u003cbr\u003e Should turn and leave and never come back.\u003cbr\u003e He skirted carefully around the chickens and followed the long\u003cbr\u003e stain to the doorway. No windows, his eyes slow to make sense of\u003cbr\u003e the shadows. A peaked wooden ceiling, high stacks of hay against\u003cbr\u003e the walls. The man was lying on his side by the door. Charcoal suit,\u003cbr\u003e a few extra kilos softening his stocky build, sandy hair matted at\u003cbr\u003e the back. 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