Eden Carmichael, a politician, is found dead in a brothel on a hot afternoon. Sandra Mahoney mulls over a demeaning photograph showing Carmichael in a dress and blonde wig. When a lobby group asks her to investigate a company producing filters for the internet, Mahoney is surprised to discover a trail that others have ignored.
Balmain, once the industrial, blue-collar engine room of Sydney, is being transformed. The older locals are being squeezed out by the cashed-up developers and hungry young professionals keen for a town house near the city. Water views add value ... but are they worth killing for?
My name is Nicola Sharpe. I'm six feet tall. Sixty-seven kilos. Unmarried and with no intention of changing my staus quo. If you asked me my interests I'd say travel, great music, food and wine. I drive a rusty Peugeot 504 so I'd also include a passion for charismatic cars. Once I'd have included men on the list, but I look after my heart these days.
You're never too old, says Mavis Levack. If only she could remember what it is you're never too old for. Oh yes, that's right - a career, adventure. It's important for a woman to have a career. Heavens above, you can only play bowls so many days a week.
Private investigating is what Mavis Levack has in mind, but unlike private investigators in those TV shows, Mavis doesn't have people conveniently dropping dead at her feet. Also, there's her husband, Eddy, calling her a busybody when really she is just an acute observer of human nature.
It is the start of a long, hot summer and Madalena Grimaldi has disappeared. Claudia is hired to find the missing schoolgirl but she's already working on a case - the death of Guy Valentine, her father.
As Claudia searches the streets, looking for the ghost of her derelict father and for the mysterious man who can lead her to Madalena, she finds herself sinking into a world where, for many, rock bottom is only the beginning.
And so Mark Bannister, writing the bestseller of the century, is found dead at his computer - the victim of a murder so perfect that someone smells a rat ... and wants it caught.
The chase leads into the murky underworld beneath Sydney's respectable facades. Claudia Valentine, hard-polied private investigator, must play a deadly high-tech game of cat and mouse with those who control the city's cancerous network of crime and corruption.
Being a minder for Dolores Delgado was no trouble at all for Claudia. Dolores slept all morning, shopped all afternoon and danced all night. Hanging out with this exotic and beautiful creature was fun as much as work.
Then, things got complicated. Dolores dropped dead. On stage. With barely a mark on her perfect body. Claudia has never lost a client before. Let alone one who was also a friend. This was not going to be good for business.
1988 started with a bang in Sydney's Chinatown and it wasn't just the fireworks. While the rest of the country was celebrating, the biggest bank job in Australia's history was taking place.
"The Great Chinese Take-Away" the press tagged it, and in those missing safety deposit boxes were items infinitely more valuable than money.
A gold key with a dragon on it: why did the Chen family want it back so badly?
When Private Investigator Gemma Lincoln agrees to investigate a missing student from exclusive 'Netherleigh Park Ladies' College', she finds herself drawn into a double murder case surrounded by a wall of silence. Gemma's best friend Detective Sergeant Angie McDonald helps, but Angie is overworked, unsupported by an incompetent superior officer and crazy in love.
Sydney Private Investigator Gemma Lincoln is back. A brother and sister-in-law are shot dead in the hallway of their family home. The dead man, Bryson Finn, was a police superintendent; his bereaved wife, Natalie Sutherland, is a former detective. Was this a case of cop killing cop? While trying to solve this bloody crime and the many minor skirmishes that help pay the bills for a PI, Gemma has to make tough decisions about her own life. Is she in love with Steve? Will she tell him about the baby? Could she be a mother on her own?