I'd be lying if I didn't admit that part of what's been intriguing about this book is the title. Although chapter or two in and there's a whole lot more to it.
From the Blurb:
His name isn't Furt Bent, and he isn't from Aldaheit. He's the persona that Osgood Sneddon invented for himself to rise above the mundane, and extricate himself from trouble when a moment's misunderstanding lands him on the wrong side of the law. Specifically, he falls on the wrong side of Hubbard - and that's the wrong place to be. Detective Inspector Hubbard is poisonous, profane and effective, and he doesn't let the truth get in the way of a result. Furt Bent, shaped by the folly of youth and the front yards of Australasia's nastiest prisons, becomes his nemesis. They stalk each other across the pages of this dark, artfully written novel in a story resonant with authenticity. Savour the bitter piquancy, where Underbelly meets Shawshank.