The Farm Track
A hot gravel road, a blind corner, and the crash that ends one childhood and names another. Everything Steely becomes starts on this ground.
A Novel by David M Little
Steely by name, Steely in deed.
The crash on the farm track took her cousin and broke her family apart. Her father gave her a new name, and she grew into it.
Six years of army nursing in Afghanistan taught her how quickly a life can leave a body. Civilian life in suburban Melbourne was supposed to be quieter: a hospital job, a gym, a room set aside for fighting-stick practice.
Then a solo hike to a remote coastal peninsula puts her in the path of an old comrade — and a drug syndicate running product through a lighthouse storeroom. What starts as a chance meeting ends in gunfire, a funeral, and a job offer from a federal agent who has been watching her.
The trail runs from the Port Melbourne docks to a luxury hotel on the Gold Coast, where Steely goes under as Julie Collins and finds a conspiracy with immaculate cover. 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
A hot gravel road, a blind corner, and the crash that ends one childhood and names another. Everything Steely becomes starts on this ground.
Six years of army nursing in Afghanistan. Trauma work at the speed of incoming, and an education in exactly how fast a life can leave a body.
A remote coastal peninsula: a stone storeroom above a blue-green lake, and a smuggling route that has been running quietly for a very long time.
Container yards at Port Melbourne, a country property with cameras on the front road, and a hotel suite where everyone's cover story is immaculate.
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. Drinks lemon, lime and bitters while everyone else drinks wine.
Ex-special forces
Steely's opposite number, and the only person in the room who moves the way she does. Loyal, lethal, grieving.
Federal agent
Builds the taskforce and picks his people by instinct. He had been watching Steely for a while before he ever spoke to her.
Detective
The closest thing to warmth in Steely's orbit, and patient enough to wait for her to notice.
Syndicate boss
Red Ford Mustang, wrought-iron gates, no hesitation. He knows her name before she knows his.
"She is a doer, not a leaner."
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