Back to the pile of unread Australian books that I keep hoarding away. I must try harder to read the occasional book from this pile - it's threatening to topple and flatten a dog on any given day 
The most recent I've grabbed from there starts off:
"I stand on the wooden deck of the Dawn Fraser pool and watch the Wednesday afternoon yachts tack towards Birkenhead Point. The sun is hot on my bare back. My legs are itchy. Perhaps it's the harbour water. Perhaps I've been stung by jelly blubbers. A little boy behind me is shrieking because his friend is throwing sand. is mother talks softly to her companion about a neighbour who's getting divorced. A man in tight green swimmers watches me over the top of his Ray bans. My body is lean and my calf muscles clench like a fist each time I kick off from the pool's slimy steps. My hair is short, the tips bleached. My friends say I look like Annie Lennox."
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?
Enter Nicola Sharpe, a twenty-nine-year-old private investigator. She's lived in Balmain all her life and is worried about what's happening in her suburb. When a friend of her father's suspects major union fraud then disappears, and a local resident suffers repeated threats and vandalism, Nicola realises that something is very, very wrong. On Cockatoo Island, an evil secret is about to surface.
Dry Dock was nominated for a Ned Kelly Award.