
I lounged, or tried to lounge, on the couch, as if relaxed. Truth is, I was jumpy as a feral cat in a cage. Seeing Sixkiller touch Aquila in the van had messed hard with my sense of reality. If only he and I were seeing the eagle, what did that mean? Or had I imagined that he was scratching the bird?
Chance interrupted my crazy thoughts by entering and planting her backside on the seat opposite. She carried a small tablet, which she prodded at with the dexterity of a lame cow.
‘I want you to tell me about last night, beginning from when you went back into the Park to get your phone. We have everything on the Park cams up until then.’
I retold my story to make out that the person who stabbed the dead guy had already disappeared when I arrived. Y’know … rather than say he turned into a bird and flew away!
‘Then why are there only two sets of footprints?’ asked Chance. ‘Yours and the dead guy’s.’
I laughed. ‘Footprints? In the desert. You are shitting me.’
‘We can tell more than you think.’
‘People come and go through that Interchange all the time.”
‘But you just happened to go back into the park without any monitoring devices?’
‘I was in a hurry to get to the airport.’
‘Aaaah, yes. Mr Sixkiller.’ Chance began tapping notes into her tablet. ‘So you claim to have never met the deceased before?’
‘Which deceased?’
‘Which one would you prefer to tell me about?’
Following a trail of clues, Jackson is forced to venture into the seamier side of the megalopolis, where Sixkiller’s unfamiliarity with the city brings them into violent conflict with one of the street gangs. But Jackson has contacts on the wrong side of the law and she uses them to gain an audience with one of the gang leaders, a big Islander called Papa Brise – an at once fearsome and comedic character – who swears like a trooper and identifies a feathered artefact Jackson found on one of the dead bodies currently littering her life as a ‘vodun’ or voodoo warning symbol. Which means Jackson will have to find and confront the ‘stone witch’, Kadee Matari, for help in understanding the symbol’s true meaning and origin. For a book that has to service sci-fi, crime and supernatural tropes the story is light and fast and very enjoyable. The dialogue crackles and Jackson has a great set of one-liners and put-downs as she faces street gangs, shady ‘clairvoyants’ and downright scary voodoo priestesses in the lawless conurbations of the megalopolis, with Sixkiller at her side. There are plenty of incidents, fights and life-threatening scrapes along the way as Jackson finds that the single murder she witnessed leads her deeper into a plot involving organised crime, people-smuggling, a secret society and, possibly, the end of reality as we know it, and the book ends on a high note with some startling personal revelations for Jackson and the promise of more mystery to come in the next instalment of the Peacemaker series, Dealbreaker, due summer 2015. Peacemaker is definitely a cut above the standard for books of this type: intelligent, witty and with a good heart. If you’re looking for a fast read that surprises and engages, then look no further. Marianne de Pierres Peacemaker Angry Robot 2014 PB 352pp $19.99 For an interview with Marianne de Pierres click here. Keith Stevenson is a speculative fiction writer, the publisher at Coeur de Lion Publishing, and editor of Dimension6 magazine. Visit him at www.keithstevenson.com, www.coeurdelion.com.au and https://plus.google.com/+CoeurdelionAu You can buy this book from Abbey’s here. To see if it is available from Newtown Library, click here.Tags: Australian SFF, Australian women's writing, Divergent, Marianne de | Pierres, SFF, The Hunger Games
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