BLOODSTAINS AND BURNOUTS

G'day, ya poor bastards. Georgy boy here. Broken ex-medic, PTSD, cheap beer. My flatmate Martin is a consulting detective—a genius weirdo who solves crimes for fun. A developer’s dead at the speedway: no wounds, just blood. The police are clueless, but Martin’s ten steps ahead. He’s dragging me into the shit. Gritty Aussie noir, dark humor, and a body count. It ain't your nan's detective story.