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    Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series)
    Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series)
    Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series)
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    Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series)

    By Marianne Delacourt

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    Cass is holding down the fort at the Sharp agency. It's a few days before her eighteenth birthday. All's quiet til a distraught girl bursts through the door seeking refuge from her rampaging boyfriend hell bent on wrecking the place.

    Of course Tara arrives back from holiday to her workplace in chaos and an urgent summons from the bikies to do a job for them. They seem to still think she owes them a favour... As usual, all roads lead back to John Viaspa. This time, though, there's also a rival bike gang, and John's cousin Abramo.

    How can Tara keep the bikies happy, the young girl safe, and her mother from finding out about the body in the boot of her car?

    Situation normal. Riotous!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTwelfth Planet Press
    Release dateFeb 25, 2023
    ISBN9781922101693
    Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series)

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      Razor Sharp (Tara Sharp Investigator Series) - Marianne Delacourt

      CHAPTER ONE

      CASS

      Cass ran a wet cloth over the kitchen bench and hung it on the dishrack to dry. It was that kind of day. A day when swiping a cloth over an already gleaming bench top seemed like the most important thing … the only thing … she had to do.

      Back when she lived at home, Saturday had been the best day of the week. The only good day.

      Debs and Ricci would come over early, before lunch, and they’d swap outfits and do their makeup and argue over what they’d wear that night, and where they’d go: the train-tracks bonfire, the movie-plex in the mall, or the blue light party in the carpark behind Ahmet’s Bar and Grill. Sometimes they’d sneak into the back of Vivio’s nightclub, but most of the bouncers had known their age and if they got caught, they were booted out. It only ever worked out for them if the bouncer was new, or Ricci’s cousin was working. Cass hadn’t really minded when they got busted. The music at Vivio’s sucked. She’d grown up with all the House-styles and sometimes she just ached for something old-school and defined like The Damned or Killing Joke. Ancient 80s Goth rocked the business, in her opinion.

      On those perfect Saturdays, if her mum was still sleeping off a hangover, they’d smoke weed in the lane behind her flats. Then they’d give Rajeesh, the-counter-guy, total shit when they went into the deli to buy gum to hide the stink. Not that her mum cared if she was smoking or not.

      Cass sighed. Being fourteen seemed another life ago. She had her driver’s licence now. Or at least her provisional ‘P’s. And in a couple of days, she’d be able to legally vote. Eighteen. Not that any of the wankers in Australian politics deserved her support. But it felt good to know it was her right to NOT vote for them if she wanted to.

      And the truth was, that even though Saturday nights had been more fun when she was fourteen, she wouldn’t want to be that person anymore. The last few years hadn’t always been easy, but they had been better than her life with her mum in almost every way.

      She formed a mental list of how much better. (Lists were good when you were bored.)

      #1 Getting much better at believing I can do shit.

      That sounded stupid. She’s always been able to do shit. At twelve she’d learned to fill out her mum’s dole forms. At thirteen she’d menu-planned to make their allowance stretch two weeks, and then did the shopping at Coles. But that was stuff everyone did. What she was better at now was other stuff. Like spreadsheets.

      Her boss, Tara Sharp, knew everything about people. Like, Tara really got people. When they were lying and stuff. Cass knew she wasn’t so good at that, but Cass didn’t forget anything. And she could organise shit quickly. Into lists.

      #2 Tara Sharp.

      Cass would never forget the day they’d met—twenty-six months ago—out the back of the train station in the Bunkas. She’d never seen such a tall, wild-looking woman before. Seriously. All hair, and bounce. And that was just the outside. On the inside, Tara was like a ticking bomb. And just as you got used to her being, all like, a regular … tick, tick, tick … she’d go BOOM! Blow up and do something left field. In the time Cass had known Tara, someone had tried to run her over, she’d been kidnapped by an actual, professional hit man, and she’d been ‘affiliated’ to a bikie gang.

      Cass grinned. It sounded bad when you put that on a list. But really it wasn’t. Tara was good people. Like … really good people. Tara had saved her life. Friend, sister, mum, and embarrassing older person who partied to Aussie Hip Hop.

      Oh, and her Boss.

      Which brought her to number 3…

      #3 The Sharp Agency—specialising in the weird and weirder. Not exactly a PI business; not exactly anything. Just doing the strange stuff that got recommended to them. The leftover problems, for the leftover people.

      Cass pressed pause on her mental listing and glanced around. The office was a pool of shadows and quiet, the venetian blinds snapped tightly shut against the afternoon sun.

      Closing her eyes, she drew a mind map. A row of potted Ficus and a tarnished gold-painted statue of Shiva led clients from the front door straight to her desk. If she turned to her right, she would see silvery dust motes lit by cracks of sun, dancing in slashes across the rich, red, soya-sauce-stained carpet. The building had been a Chinese restaurant before they moved in. Some memories never leave a place.

      The right side was divided by a couple of large and ornately lacquered wood partitions. A large statue of Shuteng, the dragon, concealed Tara’s corner office space with its two armchairs, big screen, and second-hand bureau.

      Wal’s smaller desk, and couch that folded out into a bed, were behind an equally large statue of Yuhuang Dadi, the Jade Emperor. That seemed poetic and right. Wal wasn’t someone you messed with. Cass liked him, but she was kind of scared of him too. Not in a bad way. He was cool with her, and he worshipped the ground Tara walked on. It was just his way that was unsettling. Quiet. A bit—a lot—paranoid. Reckless until shit got real, then ice cold. Hard to figure.

      That left the open area with its second-hand white leather lounge and faux marble-topped coffee table. That was for their clients. And Friday drinks. Not that Cass ever drank alcohol in front of Tara. For an outrageous, cool lady, Tara Sharp could be downright … parental.

      Cass opened her eyes, breathed in deeply, and glanced about. Yes, the detail of her mind map was perfect. The dust-dancing quiet, the whiff of soy sauce in the carpet, the rattle of her desk fan were the sights and scents and sounds of home. And she loved it with every tiny cell in her body. Really, she did.

      But right now, she was so fucking bored.

      Her phone buzzed loudly into the silence.

      ‘Sharp Agency, Cass speaking. How can I help you?’

      ‘Not bad at all,’ drawled a familiar voice.

      ‘Tara!’ Cass couldn’t help but smile, though she tried to sound annoyed. ‘How’s the holiday?’

      ‘Over, sadly. We’re at the airport. Be home in a few hours.’

      ‘That soon?’

      ‘I missed you too, Cass.’ Tara’s sarcasm was always delivered with an edge of humour.

      Cass sighed. ‘You know what I mean.’

      For a moment, Tara didn’t reply, and Cass waited. Her boss wasn’t calling from interstate without a reason.

      ‘Everything OK?’ Tara said finally.

      ‘’Course. You’ve got appointments to see a couple of people when you get back. Other than that, I’m just logging the surveillance feed from that delicatessen job.’

      ‘Ri-i-i-ight.’

      Cass thought she sounded disappointed. ‘How’s Ed?’ she asked.

      ‘Sends his love. He’s had a great shoot out on Lizard Island.’

      ‘Cool.’ Cass didn’t know much about Queensland, but she had looked up the map.

      ‘Cass.’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘Been any other calls?’

      There it is. Nick Tozzi. ‘Why would Nick call here? He’s got your number.’

      ‘I didn’t mean…’

      ‘Yeah, you did,’ said Cass.

      Another pause. ‘Yeah, I did.’

      ‘Nada. Sorry, boss.’

      Tara sighed into the phone.

      Cass wanted to … not hug her exactly—Cass wasn’t a hugger—but make her a cup of tea and tell her to get over it. Men simply weren’t worth the hassle.

      ‘OK, we’re boarding.’

      ‘Cool,’ said

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