A pyrotechnic thriller for the 21st century, In the Evil Day summons up a world where everyone is under surveillance, where information is more dangerous than explosives, and where secrets are worth much more than human lives. Five people lie dead on the floor of a fortified Johannesburg mansion. In his hands, the solitary survivor holds his death warrant-a videotape. Powerful men and powerful nations will kill Con Niemand to keep it buried. The tape and the man must be erased. Pe...

On a lazy summer morning, ageing author Vincent Duncan takes an unsettling phone call from his literary agent. Peter Temple indulges his humorous side in this scathingly brilliant portrayal of a writer past his peak.

This is the fourth Jack Irish thriller, and the third one in the series to win a Ned Kelly Award for Crime Fiction.Jack Irish-gambler, cook and cabinetmaker, finder of people who don't want to be found-has a new job, hunting for evidence that might save the beautiful sculptor Sarah Longmore from a murder rap. Jack soon discovers there was nothing straightforward about Mickey Franklin's death, and falls headlong into a world of shady deals, sexual secrets and country rednecks.

For Cashin, they include a posting away from the world of murderers, of Homicide, to the quiet place on the coast where he grew up. Here all he has to do is play the country cop and walk the dogs. And sometimes think about how he was before Sarris.Then rich Charles Bourgoyne, the local benefactor, is bashed and everything seems to point to three boys from the nearby Aboriginal community. Cashin is unconvinced and as tragedy unfolds relentlessly into tragedy, he finds himself holdin...

Winner of the 2010 Miles Franklin Literary Award and the 2012 German International Deutscher Krimipreis.At the close of a long day, Inspector Stephen Villani stands in the bathroom of a luxury apartment high above the city. In the glass bath, a young woman lies dead, a panic button within reach.So begins Truth, the companion novel to Peter Temple's bestselling masterpiece, The Broken Shore, winner of the Duncan Lawrie Dagger for B...

Winner, Ned Kelly Award, Best Crime Novel, 2000It takes a lot to rattle Jack Irish but, as Melbourne descends into a cold, wet winter, his mood is on the same trajectory. The woman in Jack's life has reconnected with an old flame. He has gambled and lost massively and seen a champion horse put down. It's not surprising that Jack's mind is not fully on the job he's being paid to do: find Robbie Colburne, occasional barman. But when Jack does get serious, he finds th...

Joe Cashin was different once. He moved easily then; was surer and less thoughtful. But there are consequences when you’ve come so close to dying. For Cashin, they included a posting away from the world of Homicide to the quiet place on the coast where he grew up. Now all he has to do is play the country cop and walk the dogs. And sometimes think about how he was before. Then prominent local Charles Bourgoyne is bashed and left for dead. Everything seems to point to three boys from the nea...

Introduced by Les CarlyonI looked up. The rope was tied to a rolled steel joist about two metres above the truck cab. Ned had climbed up on to the cab roof, tied the rope to the joist, slid it along. Tied a slipknot around his neck. And stepped off the cab roof.Peter Temple is one of the world's great crime writers. In this enthralling novel, he tells the story of a man who has left a dangerous job to make a new life in the country. But the death of his father's be...

Pat Carson’s old eyes were on me, looking for something.‘Man is born unto trouble,’ he said.I said, ‘As the sparks fly upwards.’Deep lines at the corners of his mouth. ‘Know your Job. Soldier. Policeman. Haven’t been a bloody priest too, have you?’Anne Carson: fifteen, beautiful, wayward. Abducted.The rich Carsons have closed ranks and summoned Frank Calder, subject to strict instructions. This is not the first kid...

‘One of the world’s finest crime writers.’ The Times‘He was to terse blokes with hard jobs and wounded souls what Proust was to memory. He made every sentence count and shot the stragglers.’ Shane MaloneyPeter Temple didn’t start publishing novels until he was fifty, but then he got cracking, writing nine of them in thirteen years. When he died, in March 2018, there was an unfinished Jack Irish novel in his drawer. This substantial fragment, entitled High Art

Frank Calder - ex-soldier and sacked police hostage negotiator - is just eking out a living as a mediator when he's approached by Pat Carson, patriarch of the dynastic Carson family. Pat wants him to deliver ransom money to kidnappers who've abducted his great-granddaughter. Frank urges Pat to call in the law, but he refuses, since police bungling nearly cost the life of another Carson child kidnapped years before. So a reluctant Frank begins to deal with the kidnappers, and quickly become...

Jack Irish - lawyer, gambler, part-time cabinetmaker, finder of missing people - is recovering from a foray into the criminal underworld when he agrees to look for the son of an old workmate of his father's. It's an offer he soon has cause to regret, as the trail of Gary Connors leads him into the world of Steven Levesque, millionaire and political kingmaker. The more Jack learns about Levesque's powerful corporation, the more convinced he becomes that at its heart lies a secret. What he's...