Port Vila Blues
(Sprache: Englisch)
Wyatt, the cool, ever-evasive thief, snatches the cash easily enough. He bypasses the alarm system, eludes the cops, makes it safely back to his hideout in Hobart. It's the diamond-studded Tiffany brooch and perhaps the girl that undoes him. Now some very...
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Wyatt, the cool, ever-evasive thief, snatches the cash easily enough. He bypasses the alarm system, eludes the cops, makes it safely back to his hideout in Hobart. It's the diamond-studded Tiffany brooch and perhaps the girl that undoes him. Now some very hard people want to put Wyatt and that brooch out of circulation. But this is Wyatt's game and Wyatt sets the rules even if it means a reckoning somewhere far from home. In a murky world where the cops are robbers, old-style criminal Wyatt positively shines.
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1Carlyle Street, Double Bay, 7 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, the
air clean and cool. Behind closed doors in the big houses set
back far from the street, people were beginning to stir, brewing
coffee or standing dazed under showers. Wyatt imagined the
smell of the coffee, the sound of the water gurgling in the
pipes.
But not at 29 Carlyle Street. According to Jardine s briefing
notes, the house would be empty for the next few days. It was the
home of Cassandra Wintergreen, MP, Labor member for the seat
of Broughton, currently in Dili on a fact-finding mission.
Champagne Marxist and ALP head-kicker from way back,
Jardine had scrawled in his covering note. That meant nothing
to Wyatt. He d never voted. If he read the newspapers at all it was
with an eye for a possible heist, not news about political tussles.
His only interest in Wintergreen lay in the fact that she had
$50,000 in a floor safe in her bedroom: a kickback, according to
Jardine, from a grateful developer who d asked her to intervene
in a planning dispute regarding access to a strip of shops he was
building in her electorate.
Wyatt continued his surveillance. Whenever he staked out a
place he noticed everything, no matter how trivial, knowing that
something insignificant one day can be crucial the next; noticing
in stages, first the general picture, then the finer details; noticing
routes out, and obstacles like a rubbish bin or a crack in a footpath
that could bring an escape undone.
There were two gateways in the long street frontage,
indicating a driveway that curved up to the front door then back
down to the street. Shrubs and small trees screened the front of
the house from the footpath and from the houses on either side.
It all spelt money and conviction.
Conviction. Wyatt had grown up in narrow back streets. His
mother had never spoken about his father and Wyatt had no
memories of the man. Wyatt had earned himself broad
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convictions
on those narrow streets. Later he d read books, and looked and
listened and acted, refining his convictions.
Jardine s floor plans revealed a hallway at number 29, two
large front rooms on either side of it, and a range of other rooms
at the back and on the upper level. Jardine had marked three
possible hitches for Wyatt s attention. One, the house was patrolled
by HomeSecure once a day, usually around midnight; two, the
alarm system was wired to the local cop shop; three, he d not
been able to supply the cancel codes for the alarm system but the
combination for Wintergreen s safe was her birth date: 27 03 48.
Jardine built his jobs on information supplied by claims assessors
in insurance companies, the tradesmen who installed security
systems, surveillance reports and bugged conversations collected
by bent private detectives. A word dropped here and there by
real estate agents, chauffeurs, taxi drivers, bank clerks, casino
croupiers, clubland boasters.
Wyatt watched for another five minutes. It was the variable
in any situation that kept him on his toes. Without the habit of
permanent vigilance he knew that he d lose the edge, and that
might mean a final bullet or blade or at the least steel bands
manacling his wrists. There was always the unexpected change
in layout or routine, the traffic jam, the flat battery, the empty
safe. But these were things you could never fully prepare for, so
you hoped they d never happen. If they did, you tried to absorb
them as you encountered them and hoped they wouldn t trip you
up. The innocent bystander was often the worst that could
happen. Man, woman or child, they were unpredictable. Would
they panic? Stand dumbly in the line of f
on those narrow streets. Later he d read books, and looked and
listened and acted, refining his convictions.
Jardine s floor plans revealed a hallway at number 29, two
large front rooms on either side of it, and a range of other rooms
at the back and on the upper level. Jardine had marked three
possible hitches for Wyatt s attention. One, the house was patrolled
by HomeSecure once a day, usually around midnight; two, the
alarm system was wired to the local cop shop; three, he d not
been able to supply the cancel codes for the alarm system but the
combination for Wintergreen s safe was her birth date: 27 03 48.
Jardine built his jobs on information supplied by claims assessors
in insurance companies, the tradesmen who installed security
systems, surveillance reports and bugged conversations collected
by bent private detectives. A word dropped here and there by
real estate agents, chauffeurs, taxi drivers, bank clerks, casino
croupiers, clubland boasters.
Wyatt watched for another five minutes. It was the variable
in any situation that kept him on his toes. Without the habit of
permanent vigilance he knew that he d lose the edge, and that
might mean a final bullet or blade or at the least steel bands
manacling his wrists. There was always the unexpected change
in layout or routine, the traffic jam, the flat battery, the empty
safe. But these were things you could never fully prepare for, so
you hoped they d never happen. If they did, you tried to absorb
them as you encountered them and hoped they wouldn t trip you
up. The innocent bystander was often the worst that could
happen. Man, woman or child, they were unpredictable. Would
they panic? Stand dumbly in the line of f
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Autoren-Porträt von Garry Disher
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 Hal Challis series is also published in the US by Soho Crime. He lives on the Mornington Peninsula, southeast of Melbourne.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Garry Disher
- 2013, 260 Seiten, Maße: 15,9 x 19,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Soho Crime
- ISBN-10: 161695292X
- ISBN-13: 9781616952921
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.07.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Port Vila BluesVoted one of Deadly Pleasures Magazine s Best Mystery-Crime Novels of 2012.
To Disher s usual brisk pacing, add heaps of noir...a banquet for those who like it uncut and unsparing.
Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review
"The scheming that goes into [Wyatt's] heists is outstanding in its originality."
Toronto Star
"Folks who are fans of Richard Stark's Parker will find much to like in Wyatt."
Reviewing the Evidence
Recommended.
Spinetingler Magazine
Praise for the Wyatt series
"Like an Australian Bob le Flambeur, Disher's titular robber is smooth, calm and planning a big heist."
Entertainment Weekly
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