A murder in 1947 is never solved. Years later someone is seeking revenge. In 1972 a woman in Sydney is blown to pieces by a letter bomb. The next day her sister Helen receives a suspicious package at work. In 1947 a corrupt cop gives in to greed, lust and violence. How are these crimes connected?Switching between these two timeframes, a tale of danger and unease unfolds. People are pushed beyond their limits and once beyond there is no going back. Helen must leave her job and find the person who is trying to destroy her family. Inspector Pat Feeney, good cop, is doing his best to hold the force together, battling against the Protestant hierarchy. Detective Murray McCarthy, bad cop, is the wildcard who could bring it all down. Miramar Morning bares the dark underbelly of New Zealand society in what were supposedly innocent times. Police lawlessness, and the fight between Catholics and Protestants for control of Wellington form the backdrop to this darkly humorous novel.
Very good commentary on the underbelly of Wellington in the second half of last century. From gays getting bashed by police in Courtenay Place, to the state of racism in Newtown. I was absolutely hooked. But that is partly due to there being absolutely no competing publication on the planet.
I really liked it. Absolutely 100% positively. One day I will write something similar. Newtown and Central City in the late eighties.
Pity we all can't remember much. My book is going to be short.