Born a Capricorn in Paddington – ‘The Paddo’ Brisbane, Queensland, Barry Weston now lives with his wife and two chocolate Labradors on a few acres on a small island south of Hobart, Tasmania overlooking the Great Southern Ocean. In previous lives, he gained employment as various means of survival; as a car-park attendant, stereotyper, advertising salesman, commercial printer, private art teacher, railway porter, an ‘outee’ Painter and Docker, roof-painter, sign writer, cleaner, hotel barman and ‘security attendant’ (read that as bouncer). Through such employment and friendships, he came in contact with a cast of varied characters, from solicitors, professional thieves, police officers and hard-men. These experiences and yarns from such people feed into his fictional crime writing, and have assisted in developing an insight and understanding of the ethics of the ‘knock-about’ bloke, and the up/down side of the wrong/right coin. He is a graduate of the University of Tasmania with a Master’s Degree in Visual Arts. His forty odd year career within the visual arts consists of thirty-eight solo/group exhibitions, regionally, nationally and internationally. He has taught visual arts at tertiary level at a few Australian universities, and Artist-in-Residence at a few others. After resigning his position at La Trobe University, Bendigo as Head of Department in 1999 and relocating to an island life-style, he has left the studio doors ajar, but now focuses primarily upon writing.
Frank Cousins is a knockabout bloke; an ex-Queensland cop turned private eye who - it has to be said - is his own worst enemy. Owner and sole employee of the Tasmanian Private Investigation Agency in Hobart, Frank takes on three simple cases and soon finds himself up to his neck in bad guys, bad situations and, as usual, bad behaviour. Money-for-jam, these three cases: find a missing woman, get the dirt on a philandering state politician, and provide personal protection for a wealthy, elderly matriarch - figurehead of a Tasmanian environmental group. What could possibly go wrong? Well, as Frank's dear old departed Mum always said: 'nothing in life is what it first appears to be'.