'When a senior Aboriginal war veteran dies horribly at the hands of state government authorities, Izzy, a journalist and daughter of a war veteran herself, flies to the goldfields of Western Australia to cover his death. But Izzy is about to learn that for every action there is an equal and bloody reaction. On the trail of the vigilantes, she finds herself embedded in a secret war that is finally, irrevocably, going to explode to the surface.' (Publication summary)
Dedication:
This book is dedicated to two soldiers: my maternal grandmother's brother Peter Moate, who fought with the 2/4th Machine Gunners, was taken prisoner by the Japanese in Singapore in 1942, and subsequently worked on the Burma Railway as a POW; and my paternal grandfather Dock, who served on the Somme with 'The Old Contemptibles', fighting the Germans in 1914-18.
Epigraph:
I know there are no endings.
No beginnings.
Just step after step.
Evolve change.
Change evolve.
Step after step.
I covered this story. From the beginning.
It went like this.
Or so I thought at the time.
(Sent from Izzy's BlackBerry)
