Twenty-one-year-old, armchair detective, John Banister, has been following a Tasmanian murder case since the May one murder of a Hobart jewellry store 2.I.C. The victim was found in her home with a nametag pinned to her pyjama top bearing Erin Dexter – E – 21:51 upon it. The victim’s name was Julianne Morrison. Two more identical murders then occurred, with ten days separating each, and John sees a far-reaching pattern, noticing that similar crimes have also occurred in various states and territories of the mainland on the same dates.
John forms an unlikely alliance with a Tasmanian detective, and together, they explore the unique aspects of the nametags; the only things left at every crime scene. A televised New South Wales Police media briefing convinces John that he needs to fly to Sydney to meet with the detective he saw on TV, and he discovers that the detective was serious when he said that public assistance is welcomed.
Seeing value in the young sleuth’s mind, John is retained as a case consultant, as they work their way through both evidence and theory, discovering a level of callousness, shocking the seasoned detectives.
Writing came to me in 1975 like a lost dog emerging from a storm. I knew it, and it knew me, though we had never met before; that dog has been at my side ever since. I have no idea as to from where the muse comes, and I’ve never sought to question it. I write whatever comes – only if I believe I’m connected to the idea – and I’m happy to go about this work without the restrictiveness of feeling bound to any one genre. I went to the University of Sydney and, after the professor took delivery of the bottle of wine that had been sent to him as a Christmas gift, I was then required to leave campus and go about my courier work once more.
It’s lucky for us all that author Steve Rogan utilises his immense ability in forming complicated criminal schemes into writing stories about them rather than trying to put them into action in the real world. Otherwise, we might all be in a whole heap of trouble, and I for one can’t work out what’s going on, what the reason behind the string of crimes might be or who the perpetrators are. Lucky for us all that I’ll never be called upon to make those calculations, as there are minds better at this stuff than mine.
Never fear, Mr Rogan’s genius of invention also runs to the creation of believable characters who can solve the crimes in the context of his texts, and the guy in the hot seat for Tricks is one John Bannister, a young man who’s obsessed with following and trying to work out serious real-life crimes. He does so on a purely amateur basis, until the murder of a woman named Julianne Morrison brings him to the notice of the police when they appeal for help from the public. His extraordinary abilities are noted and he’s promptly recruited to use them to help crack the case.
The Aussie vernacular we’ve come to expect from Steve Rogan abounds, to extraordinary effect in the mouth of Chief Inspector Anil Chahal. There’s some love potential in the shapely form of Detective Sonia Benson, and some gentle fun to be poked at ‘The Aussie Queen’, Sanders, Senior Detective Sanders to her mates. None of this is allowed to side-line the serious work put in by all to solve the serial killings and bring the bad guys to justice. A great read, recommended for those who like to give their grey cells a good workout.