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Whispering Death

A Hal Challis Investigation

Garry Disher

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The long-awaited sixth installment in the Inspector Hal Challis series set in Australia, available in the United States at last!

Hal Challis is in trouble at home and abroad: dressed down by the boss for speaking out about police budget cuts; missing his lover, Ellen Destry, who is overseas on a study tour. But there's plenty to keep his mind off his problems. A rapist in a police uniform stalks Challis's Peninsula beat, there is a serial armed robber headed in his direction and a home invasion that's a little too close to home. Not to mention a very clever, very mysterious female cat burglar who may or may not be planning something on Challis's patch. Meanwhile, at the Waterloo Police Station, Challis finds his officers have their own issues. Scobie Sutton, still struggling with his wife's depression, seems to be headed for a career crisis; and something very interesting is going on between Constable Pam Murphy and Jeanne Schiff, the feisty young sergeant on assignment from the Sex Crimes Unit.

Praise for Whispering Death

"Top-notch ... Trust me, mate: Readers will want to make a return visit to Disher's Australia."
-The Christian Science Monitor

"Versatile and prolific, Disher keeps this series fresh and again delivers a procedural with real authority."
- Booklist

"It's hard to convey the richness and fluidity of Disher's style as he sends us along the ride...saving room for a perfectly placed line or the gesture that sums up a character ... those who haven't read Disher before will wonder why it took them so long."
- Reviewing the Evidence

"Very entertaining."
-Gumshoe Review

Praise for the Hal Challis series

"Terrific plot, nuanced characters and solid procedures, served up on a refreshing new turf."
- The New York Times Book Review

"Delightful ... BUY IT."
- New York Magazine

"First rate."
- Washington Post Book World

"The fifth book featuring Disher's team of romantically involved crime-solvers has them investigating the Down Underbelly of an Australian vacation spot."
- Entertainment Weekly

"Colorful.... Disher has literary talent and imagination."
- Chicago Tribune

- Seattle Times

"This series boasts careful, realistic casework, but there's enough darkness and ambiguity to suit John Harvey fans and a kind of which-way-is-up sense of the police force that recalls early James Ellroy. Moody, inventive, and extremely hard to put down."

Garry Disher is one of Australia's best-known novelists. He's published over 40 books in a range of genres, including crime, children's books, and Australian history. His Wyatt series is also published in the US by Soho Crime. He lives on the Mornington Peninsula, southeast of Melbourne.

From the Hardcover edition.


Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 368
Erscheinungsdatum 05.11.2013
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-1-61695-296-9
Reihe A Hal Challis Investigation
Verlag Penguin US
Maße (L/B/H) 19/12.6/2.7 cm
Gewicht 409 g


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  • Chapter 1

    Grace was as good a name as any, and this morning Grace was in Hobart, strolling through a well-heeled corner of Sandy Bay, casing the secluded houses. A Friday morning in spring, a sea fret receding to Storm Bay and the Tasman Sea, it was good to be alive, and she attracted no attention in her tennis whites worn over tracksuit pants, sunglasses, Nike trainers and perky billed cap. A racquet handle poked out of her gym bag, telling you she was an idle young wife, maybe a young professional on her day off, even-if you were the suspicious type-an adulterer wearing a cover story.
    But no warning bells. No cause for a stop-and-search. She belonged there.
    In fact, it was hide in plain sight, Grace hiding behind the cap and shades, hiding the fact that the tennis skirt was Velcroed to the bodice and the gym bag held burglary tools, gloves and heavy-duty vinyl sacks. One shouted accusation, one query, and she'd be gone. Rip away the skirt, ditch it together with the cap, bag and shades and she'd be transformed into a jogger, and who looks twice at a jogger?
    'Always expect the worst,' Galt had drummed into her, 'and you'll never be caught off guard.'
    Another thing Galt told her was to avoid apartment buildings. Well, there were none here. There's always someone at home in an apartment block, Galt said, always a sad soul sitting at a window all day long, hoping for a diversion to brighten the unvarying hours.
    Next, Grace checked for children: toys, bikes, skateboards, even a little pink gumboot, discarded in a front yard. Yes, kids go to school, Galt would say; but not if they're a toddler or they've got the chickenpox, not if it's a curriculum day for their teachers. And a kid at home means an adult at home.
    Vehicles were on Galt's checklist too. Grace knew she was in a land of two-car households, two adults working 9 to 5 in highly paid jobs. No shift workers here. Play it safe, Galt always said. If there's a vehicle in the driveway, the carport, move on. Or a closed garage door. Doesn't mean the garage is empty.
    Finally, choose your targets to minimise the nosy-neighbour problem. The people worth stealing from paid top dollar to block an outsider's line of sight, Galt said. She should look for high hedges, sloping land, tree density and curved streets.
    The rest Galt hadn't taught her. 'I can show you how to stay under the radar' he'd said. 'I can keep my people off your back, but you were the break-in queen long before I found you.'
    Grace made a rapid pass through the little neighbourhood. Trees and bushes crowded most of the houses. No one about, only a workman bolting a gate to a picket fence, another rolling a lawnmower off a ute. The houses ranged from weatherboard bungalows to sharply modern glass and concrete structures, with Tudor houses, Tuscan villas and small, tiled, steeply-gabled 1930s mansions in between. She mentally selected four targets and went to work.
    The first was a nightmarish arrangement of interconnected concrete cubes, set well back from the street behind a high fieldstone wall. She entered the grounds briskly, as she always did, as if her best friend lived there and they'd arranged to play tennis. When she was halfway to the front door she blew a high-frequency whistle, the kind audible only to dogs. She was answered at once by frenzied barking, one deep-chested, the other a high yap.
    She retreated.
    In the next street was a low 1970s ranch house set among gumtrees. No dogs. She made a quick circuit of the building, testing knobs and handles and peering through windows. Occasionally she found unlocked doors and windows, fake alarm boxes or no security at all, but often those places had nothing worth stealing. Grace went around the house again, this time running a small camping compass around the door and window frames. The compass needle dipped to indicate a live current at all but the front door. People had a misplace