The Bendigo Farm
Sheep, a small horse, and a doting father who teaches her to ride and shoot. A drunk drive off this property ends one childhood and names another.
A Novel by David M Little
Steely by name, Steely in deed.
Her mother, driving drunk, crashed the family car and killed her cousin Danny. Her mother disappeared from their lives. Her father gave her his own mother's maiden name — Steely — and it stuck.
Loss became the pattern. A tractor rollover took her father's leg; while she was away at boarding school, his depression ended in suicide. She took up competitive fighting sticks — half self-defence, half a way to manage her anger — studied nursing, and joined the Army.
In Afghanistan she defied orders and ran into an ambush zone to reach the wounded, saving Lieutenant Damian "Dace" Acefield, whose left arm had been severed by shrapnel. That bond is the axis of everything that follows.
Six years later she is a senior nurse at a Melbourne private hospital — until a man follows her home and attacks her in her own hallway. She fights him off, learns exactly who he is, packs her fighting sticks and goes hunting him at a remote coastal peninsula called The Neck. What she finds there is an old comrade, a cartel, and an explosives-obsessed boss called Booma.
The hunt runs through a fortified farm and an abandoned gold mine to the Port Melbourne docks, and finally to a luxury hotel on the Gold Coast, where Steely goes under as Julie Collins and follows the money — into a rigged boardroom, a corrupt private hospital, and a lawyer no one can touch. She will need every version of herself she has ever been: nurse, soldier, fighter, liar.
For readers of Jane Harper, Candice Fox and Lee Child
Book one of the Steely Dace Crime Investigators novels
Sheep, a small horse, and a doting father who teaches her to ride and shoot. A drunk drive off this property ends one childhood and names another.
Afghanistan. Lieutenant Hart defies orders and runs toward the wounded through incoming fire. One man walks away from it because she did.
A remote coastal peninsula: a lake, a jetty, a general store, and a cartel hideaway that one loud man's boasting has just exposed.
An abandoned gold mine, a hidden arms cache, and a shaft with no way up. Turned into a killing ground by a man who thinks in explosives.
A bribed dock manager, a sniffer dog working a container line, and a warehouse its owner would sooner detonate than surrender.
Twenty storeys of Gold Coast glamour: a frightened owner, a board that has replaced its own auditors, a bugged room, and a storm-lashed rooftop.
When you are young, you cannot know how things will develop, or for that matter, how long you have to live.
The only thing young Anna knew was she lived on a relatively small farm with sheep, a dog, a small horse, some chooks, and her mother and her doting father. As an only child, she had plenty of time to herself; it never seemed to worry her being on her own.
In her primary school years Anna walked the long driveway to the front gate each morning, to catch the school bus. Anna was often greeted by the early hot sun beating down, making the gravel road so very hot, or at other times, by a film of icy dew covering the landscape, making her small fingers and toes feel numb.
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Nurse. Veteran. Fighter.
Composed, physically formidable, emotionally guarded. Competition-grade with a pair of fighting sticks. Drinks lemon, lime and bitters while everyone else drinks wine.
Army veteran. Park ranger.
She carried him out of an ambush zone with his left arm gone. He built a quiet life at The Neck, and the cartel came and took it. Loyal, lethal, grieving.
Special agent
Runs a covert drug enforcement department and picks his people by instinct. He had been watching Steely a long while before he introduced himself.
Detective
Quietly spoken, First Nations, and at Steely's side since The Neck. The closest thing to warmth in her orbit.
Cartel boss
Explosives are his signature: booby-trapped cottages, a rigged warehouse, a mine turned killing ground. He would sooner blow a building than give it up.
Solicitor
A Docklands lawyer with a habit of turning up wherever the cartel needs protecting — and never where the evidence is.
"She is a doer, not a leaner."
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