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The address of the complainant, one Clyde Cook, turned out to be a semi-rural property tucked into the edge of…

There was not a Hairy Lollybush to be found at the crime scene. Frank photographed the area before they left….

‘Dead men don’t drive cars,’ Mac said, dropping a cluster of A4 images on the desk in front of Mike…

Frank checked Brent Turnbull’s clothes, confirming his suspicions. Aware of the ramifications of his findings, he tried to contact Mike…

Both Chaplain Daniels and Constable McFadden stood waiting, looking at Frank expectantly. Brent Turnbull lay on the hospital trolley, still…

Brent Turnbull’s body was being kept in a small cold room, covered by a hospital sheet. He had been there…

Frank made it to the beach, just. As Mac pulled into the car park off Mullaway Drive, he leapt out,…

‘The only reason you’re here, Diamond, is so that we can appear to be doing due diligence and keeping local…

Detective Frank Diamond arrived in the dark, his flight from Sydney to Coffs Harbour delayed to unload the baggage of…

Dusk is when the mulloway are running off the headland, as the tide turns on the beautiful beaches of the…