By Peter Temple
Jack's no longer desirous about his most modern task: discovering Robbie Colburn. but if he will get severe, he unearths his objective is of significant curiosity to a few strong people—people with undesirable behavior and little recognize for the felony justice system.
The 3rd novel in Peter Temple's award-winning Jack Irish series.
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