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A Legacy of Spies

What follows is a truthful account...

The Romanov Ransom

“To the left!” “Copy that. Moving to the left. Five . . . four . . .”

The Word is Murder

Just after eleven o’clock on a bright spring morning...

Origin

As the ancient cogwheel train clawed its way up the dizzying incline...

The Map That Leads To You

Here’s the thing: the rest of it wouldn’t have happened if the train to Amsterdam hadn’t been crowded.

The Red-Haired Woman

I had wanted to be a writer.

Broadcast

From below, the entire structure appears to be made of glass.

The Perfect Couple

It’s like a drug. One hit of it and you’re under its spell, and then all you can think about is more.

The Golden House

On the day of the new president’s inauguration...

Bush Doctors

One of the reasons I chose to write about rural and remote doctors...

Billy Slater

On 16 March 2017 I played my two hundred and seventy-ninth game for the Melbourne Storm.

The Break

‘Myself and Hugh,’ I say. ‘We’re taking a break.’

Maybe

Maybe it won’t happen.

The Tea Gardens

I didn’t dare look at the palm of my hand for fear of seeing the bruising arc pattern of fingernails from the clenching of my fist moments earlier.

Swing Time

It was the first day of my humiliation.

Last Seen Alive

Jamie twists the dial on the radio up to full volume so we can hear the Stone Roses over the wind whistling past our ears.

I Know A Secret

When I was seven years old, I learned how important it is to cry at funerals.

A Stranger in the House

On this hot August night, Tom Krupp parks his car – a leased Lexus – in the driveway of his handsome two-storey home.

Live, Lead, Learn

‘There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.’

Autumn

It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times.