She breathes deeply, trying to quell the rising sense of panic. A detective came to her home, drugged her and kidnapped her. She tries to make sense of it, to imagine alternatives, but only one conclusion is possible: it's the past, come to claim her.
Martin Scarsden's new life seems perfect, right up until the moment it's shattered by a voicemail: a single scream, abruptly cut off, from his partner Mandalay Blonde.
Racing home, he finds an unconscious man sprawled on the floor and Mandy gone. Someone has abducted her. But who, and why?
So starts a twisting tale of intrigue and danger, as Martin probes the past of the woman he loves, a woman who has buried her former life so deep she has never mentioned it.
And for the first time, Mandy finds denial impossible, now the body of a mystery man has been discovered, a man whose name she doesn't know, a man she was engaged to marry when he died. It's time to face her demons once and for all; it's time she learned how to trust.
Set in a Sydney riven with corruption and nepotism, privilege and power, Trust is the third riveting novel from award-winning and internationally acclaimed writer Chris Hammer.
'The best Australian crime novel since Peter Temple's The Broken Shore.' - The Times on Silver
The SMH review of Trust was compelling & I’ve always enjoyed Chris Hammer’s journalism. But, rather than start with Trust, I started with Scrublands (the 1st book) & couldn’t put it down. Then Silver (the 2nd), & again couldn’t put it down. Having now finished Trust, unsure how I’m going to cope with waiting for the 4th! Thank you Chris Hammer for such riveting reads
I struggled to get through Trust. No likeable characters, a hard-to-follow storyline, and extreme violence. The ridiculous names are a distraction. I very much enjoyed Chris Hammer’s previous books, but really can’t recommend this one. How many more dramas must Mandalay Blonde (puh-leese) endure? Any regular gal would be in a straitjacket by now. Give the poor woman a break.
Australian journalist who has published several non-fiction books. His first novel Scrublands (2018) won lots of accolades and prizes. The protagonist Martin Scarsden, a foreign correspondent turned investigative journalist, solves crime in the outback and hooks up with a gal named Mandalay Blonde. In the sequel Silver (2019), the loved up duo get entangled in more nefarious goings on in a small beachside town on the north coast of NSW. This time, the action shifts to post-pandemic Sydney.
Tarquin something, Mandalay's ex, embezzles $10m from a dodgy investment bank except he's really an undercover cop, or is he? Doesn't matter, because he flees the country never to be seen again leaving a couple of other chicks seriously p***ed off with him as well, except he didn't flee, he got dead, but we only find out about that five years later, as does Mandalay (let's call her Mandy for short) and the aforementioned disaffected WAGs, one of whom kidnaps our gal at the start of the book. With me, so far? Corruption in high places, secret societies bent on changing the world to suit them, yada, yada. The casualty count mounts steadily, but our hero prevails, even managing to survive the Scarface style bloodbath ending. Mandy does end up in jail, but not for long, and now all her secrets are out and Marty still loves her and...Did I mention the Chicago mob is involved as well?
Third person, various POVs, mainly Martin and Mandy
There's really bad baddies, and other baddies who manage to cover it up a bit, and Marty, of course, who seems like a rube at times but turns out to be smarter than he looks (which wouldn't be hard). Mucho interior monologues from Mandy, who is supposed to be in her thirties but often sounds like she's in a teen movie. You can get away with stuff like that when you're hot looking.
When he sticks to what he does best - action-filled, fast-paced story telling - Mr Hammer kicks a**. Not so much when he tries to delve deep into the psyche of his characters.
Pastiche plotting, way too long, and what's up with all the weird character names? Mr H is not Dickens. Scrublands was good, but I think I'm over Martin Scarsden.