Cirrus@Austlit

'A body washes up on the banks of the Maribyrnong River in flood. Caught in the act of taking his own life, and surrounded by the bloodstained clothes of his wife, Oleg Kransky is a shoe-in for number one suspect.

But he's not talking. To anyone.

Oleg's former psychologist, Decca Brand, tells the police that even when Oleg was talking he wasn't telling the truth - about himself or about his wife.

It's a complicated tale with more twists and turns than a box full of pretzels.

How much water will it take to flush out a murderer?

Flush is the third crime novel by Jane Clifton.'

Publisher's blurb

'Performer Jane Clifton had a classic army brat upbringing, constantly on the move as the family followed the postings of her English officer father from Gibraltar to England, Germany to Malaysia and eventually to Australia. Always the new kid in town, Jane became adept at fitting in anywhere.

'As an adult, living in the fast-moving worlds of anti-war demos, women's lib, experimental theatre, rock 'n' roll, and TV, she kept up the family tradition of changing addresses without so much as a backward glance. But her stiff-upper-lipped father and glamorous, restless mother both died tragically young, and Jane was left with many unanswered questions.

'Where exactly is home? Is it your family? Your memories? Or simply bricks and mortar? One day, Jane decided to go back and visit every house she'd lived in - all 32 of them - to see if she could piece together the jigsaw of her life. (From the publisher's website.)

'Having been left for another, Trisha decides that the best way to nurse her broken heart is to escape to India, armed with a copy of the Kama Sutra with its promise to teach her how to seduce a new lover, train a hawk (to carry love letters, of course!), furnish a house seductively, and seduce other women's husbands (well, maybe not that one). At the last minute, Trisha is joined by her long lost backpacking companion, Sally. Navigating the chaotic streets of India in death-defying rickshaws, and traversing the country on overcrowded trains and buses driven by speed freaks, Trisha and Sally find themselves almost marooned in the Thar Desert after an unfortunate dog incident, almost camel-napped in Rajasthan, pursued by a charging bull at Jaisalmer, attacked in no uncertain terms by an amorous monkey in Delhi, and stranded in a flooded hotel room in sodden underwear in the middle of the night at Mount Abu... And those were the good days!'  (Publication summary)