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Bitter Wash Road / Garry Disher.

By: Disher, Garry, 1949-.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: Melbourne : Text, 2013Description: 325 p. ; 24 cm.ISBN: 9781922079244 (pbk.); 9781922079244 (pbk.).Subject(s): Australian fiction | Whistle blowing -- Fiction | Police -- Australia -- FictionDDC classification: A823.4 Summary: When Hirsch heads up Bitter Wash Road to investigate the gunfire he finds himself cut off without back-up. A pair of thrill killers has been targeting isolated farmhouses on lonely backroads, but Hirsch’s first thought is that back-up is nearby and about to put a bullet in him. That is because Hirsch is a whistleblower. Formerly a promising metropolitan officer, now demoted and exiled to a one-cop station in South Australia’s wheatbelt. Called a dog by his brother officers. Threats; pistol cartridge in the mailbox. But the shots on Bitter Wash Road dont tally with Hirsch’s assumptions. The truth turns out to be a lot more mundane. And the events that unfold subsequently, a hell of a lot more sinister.
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When Hirsch heads up Bitter Wash Road to investigate the gunfire he finds himself cut off without back-up. A pair of thrill killers has been targeting isolated farmhouses on lonely backroads, but Hirsch’s first thought is that back-up is nearby and about to put a bullet in him. That is because Hirsch is a whistleblower. Formerly a promising metropolitan officer, now demoted and exiled to a one-cop station in South Australia’s wheatbelt. Called a dog by his brother officers. Threats; pistol cartridge in the mailbox. But the shots on Bitter Wash Road dont tally with Hirsch’s assumptions. The truth turns out to be a lot more mundane. And the events that unfold subsequently, a hell of a lot more sinister.

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On a Monday morning in September, three weeks into the job, the Tiverton policeman took a call from his sergeant: shots fired on Bitter Wash Road. 'Know it?' 'Vaguely, Sarge,' Hirsch said. 'Vaguely. You been sitting on your arse for three weeks, or have you been poking around like I asked?' 'Poking around, Sarge.' 'You can cover a lot of ground in that time.' 'Sarge.' 'I told you didn't I, no dropkicks?' 'Loud and clear.' 'No dropkicks on my watch,' Sergeant Kropp said. 'And no smartarses.' Excerpted from Bitter Wash Road by Garry Disher All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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