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The Sequel to The Fifth Estate
Committing hubris of the highest order, author of The Fifth Estate, Terence McLernon again uses his skills and knowledge as a former police officer and private investigator to expose the hi-jinx of low-life business operators. The still-intact police culture by which corruption has become ingrained in our society has permeated all levels of business and politics. Even the excesses and sexual brutalities of a feckless Catholic brotherhood remain unpunished.
Yet it is not without wry humour that Mr McLernon runs his quizzical eye over the cast of characters. The gems of the Fat Wallet Mob meet the light of day. Political ineptitude races neck and neck with judicial blindness and police razzmatazz.
Men in Panama Hats strive to get business moving against otherwise immovable bureaucratic inertia. Ho's go north for a working holiday via special police permits and the barriers to raising a quick $10 million are blasted aside.
Just another day in the life of a gumshoe writer.
THE AIR TERMINAL BUILDING WAS SHIMMERING in the heat wave, and I was grateful that in my new Charlie 88 there were life-saving devices such as air-con. My car was nothing like the original Charlie 88, where I had been blooded in the crafty intrigues of that specialist squad - the Criminal Investigation Branch, or CIB. The original Charlie 88 was the squad car of which I had been the driver for a crew of reprobates and characters who preserved the peace and laws around the frisky port city of Fremantle. She had been a tired looking old tart back then, ragged around the trims, make-up askew w | |  | | The Fifth Estate
In this entertaining and humorous expose of the rogues and rapscallions of the new criminal elite. The Fifth Estate. Terence McLernon uses his skills and knowledge as a former police officer and private investigator to highlight sundry rorts and scams. Often they involve the still intact police culture by which corruption has become ingrained in our society.
Meet Two-Gun Elroy, Tatiana the Fake Russian Psychic, the bold Duck and the Fearsome Featherfeet supported by a bizarre cast of miscreants from the netherworld and lower.
Frenzied nights of nuptials are entwined with bribed officials. Chinese ho's, mad terrorist bombers and the night-time jaunts of Charlie 88 - the battered Squad Car on 'crawl' around the clubs, pubs and sinners of Fremantle Town.
Just another day at the crazy farm!
BLACK TOM’S BAR AND GRILL can be found in most cities around the country, hovering near the centre of the business district, closer to the money marts than the legalist end of town. From power bizniz-breakfasts throughout the dining and drinking day there is a willing crew of indulgers, male, female and indifferent, passing the time defaming their fellow diners whilst plotting for coup, the ancient Plains Indians lifting of your enemy’s scalp, nowadays performed in the bloodless ritualistic lifting of the wallet.
Pirates, rogues, rapscallions, hellions, scapegraces, scof |
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