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by Felicity Young




GENRE:  Contemporary Thriller






You can run from everything but your fears.


Three years after a gang brutally murdered his wife and son, Sergeant Cam Fraser has returned with his daughter Ruby to the country town where he was raised – a town too small for trouble. But then a body is found on the school grounds, badly burned and unrecognisable. Who in Glenroyd could possibly be a murderer? And why?


This violent crime plunges Cam straight into a baffling and deadly investigation, where nothing is as it seems. From shady cop Vince to the secretive Smithsons who run the school to the local bikie gang who may still want him dead, Cam has his hands full with suspects. Not to mention Jo, his daughter’s teacher, whom he can’t keep his mind off of …


But the danger is coming closer to home, and Cam is running out of time to solve the case. Will he be able to protect Ruby and stop the killer? Or will everything go up in flames?




Excerpt One:


The atmosphere in the staffroom loomed like a headache. Cam realised it was caused by more than the chemical smell of the surrounding newness, and silently berated himself for allowing Vince to tackle the first round of interviews on his own.


Vince introduced Cam to Anne Smithson, the principal, and her husband Jeffrey, explaining that he’d allowed the other staff members to leave.


Cam remembered reading about the couple in his wife’s Old Glenroydians’ Magazine. They’d been recruited from the eastern states by the School Board in a last ditch effort to prevent the school from closing down. Assisted by the generous endowment of an old girl, they had, according to the magazine, been performing restorative miracles, including an ambitious building renovation program.


Mr Smithson rose from the table and offered Cam a firm, moist hand but no smile, in keeping with the sobriety of the occasion.


‘As I was explaining to the Constable here,’ he said, ‘we weren’t even on the school grounds the day of the fire. We’d been to the city for the day –’


‘They have an apartment in the city – all right for some eh, Sarge?’ Vince exaggerated a wink. Cam felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.


Mr Smithson shot Vince a look that suggested he’d just picked him off the sole of his shoe. His wife frowned when Cam shook her hand, telling him with her deep grey eyes that she’d had about as much of the Senior Constable as she could endure.


Mr Smithson continued in a tone of restrained calm. ‘The first we knew about the body was when Joanne arrived at Monday’s staff meeting, late as always.’ He caught his wife’s eye in a way that suggested this topic had been discussed before. ‘And broke the news.’


Anne Smithson nodded her agreement. ‘We’ve given our statements. May we go home now, Sergeant?’


‘I won’t keep you much longer, Mrs Smithson. Please bear with me for just five more minutes.’


Anne Smithson pursed her lips, the only sign of impatience she gave. Her ash blonde hair, stretched tight against her skull, was fastened at the back with a tortoise-shell clip. She sat in her straight-backed chair, hands clasped in her lap, her eyes half-closed. Cam wondered if she was reciting her getting-through-appointments-with-ranting-parents mantra. He knew the signs; he’d used the technique often enough himself on tedious witnesses.


Jeffrey smoothed down his thin moustache and beat a soft tattoo on the table’s surface, waiting for Cam to finish skimming through the witness statement forms. When Cam met his eye the drumming abruptly stopped. Then, as if deciding the ordeal had lasted long enough, Jeffrey pushed his chair back and climbed to his feet. A small round belly peeped through a gap in his blazer when he indicated the door to his wife with a tilt of his head.


Cam held out his hand for her to stay where she was. ‘Mrs Smithson,’ he said. ‘At the moment the body is unidentifiable, but sometimes people have vague ideas about who a victim could be. Can you make a guess? Have you been aware of any itinerants hanging around the school grounds? Did any of your groundsmen not turn up for work this morning? Have you given anyone permission to camp on the grounds during the school holidays?’


Mrs Smithson’s thin fingers reached for the double string of pearls resting on the bosom of her silk blouse. The nervous mannerism did not escape Cam. He had a fleeting glimpse of the kind of vulnerability the headmistress of an elite school would be forced to hide.


‘No, Sergeant, although there have been plenty of people coming and going all holidays to work on the renovations. I know there were men here yesterday,’ she said. ‘I suppose one of the builders might have decided to go for a walk and accidentally started the bushfire.’


Cam turned to Vince. ‘Check with the builders. See if there was anyone away from work yesterday who should have been there.’


The big man gave a nod.


Mrs Smithson rose from the table with a waft of Chanel. Cam said, ‘Thank you for your cooperation. I don’t think we’ll be needing to ask you any more questions for the moment.’ He smiled. Number 5 had always been his wife’s favourite. When she moved to stand by her husband, he noticed she was the taller by about three inches.


Mrs Smithson gave Cam a tight smile back. ‘Please turn the lights off when you go.’


Vince grunted out a reply. When the Smithsons turned to leave, he caught Cam’s eye and flicked the end of his nose with his finger. Cam ignored him and glanced back to one of the forms on the table. He addressed the departing couple.


‘Before you go, I’d like to have a bit more of a chat with Ms Tilly, the science teacher.’ He tapped at the form in front of him with his pen. ‘It says here she lives in a flat at the school. Mind pointing me in the right direction?’


‘I hope it won’t take long. We need to get home; it’s been a long day,’ Mr Smithson said.


‘I quite understand. I don’t need you to come with me, just tell me where I can find her.’


‘This way,’ Mr Smithson said, leading Cam away from his wife into the vestibule. He glanced back at the staffroom and gripped Cam’s arm. No longer within earshot of his wife, he dropped his previous tone of forced politeness and spoke through clenched teeth.


‘My wife and I have done everything in our power to cooperate with the police over this unfortunate incident. I want you to know that we found Constable Petrowski’s blunt questioning very disturbing. The details he gave us about the condition of the body were totally unnecessary. It was as if he was deliberately trying to upset us, to bully us into taking some kind of responsibility for this tragic accident.’


Cam worked hard not to show his irritation with Vince. One of the first rules of a preliminary interview is to keep the witnesses on side, talk to them in a relaxed manner, steer the questions in a way that would put them at ease and encourage them to do the talking. It seemed the only thing Vince had encouraged was aggravation. It was going to take a lot of smoothing over to get the Smithsons back on track.


‘I apologise on his behalf. I’ll have a word with him and I’ll be happy to assist if you wish to make a formal complaint,’ Cam said.


Mr Smithson thought for a moment. ‘I might just do that. I’ll discuss the matter with my wife. In the meantime, if you wish to re-address this topic, Sergeant, please ring in advance for an appointment and speak to me. It is not necessary for my wife to hear all the gruesome details. I’m sure I can answer any further questions you might have. She doesn’t have to be included.’


As he was also irritated by the man’s arrogant tone, Cam could imagine how he and Vince had goaded each other. He shrugged off the hand that gripped his arm.


‘I quite understand, Mr Smithson, but I’m afraid I’ll probably have to speak to both you and your wife again. Until then, good day, sir.’

AuthorPic_FlashpointAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Felicity Young was born in Germany and educated in the United Kingdom whilst her parents were posted around the world with the British Army. In 1976 the family settled in Perth. Felicity trained as a nurse followed by an arts degree. In 1990 the family moved from the city and established a Suffolk sheep farm in Gidgegannup WA. Here she studied music, reared orphan kangaroos and started writing.








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Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself!

I’m an only child and was born in Germany where my British Army father was stationed. At the age of nine I was sent to boarding school in the UK as my parents continued to be stationed all over the place. I used to fly home for school holidays, and by the age of sixteen, had travelled twelve and a half times around the world! They finally settled in Western Australia, and I have lived here ever since. In 1990 my husband and I left the city and relocated to a hobby farm of 100 acres in the Perth foothills where I established a ram breeding business.

Tell us about your book? How did it get started?


Flashpoint was originally published in the UK in 2005 with the title A Certain Malice. This was my first published book, published as a result of my winning a crime writing competition in the UK. Out of all my books, this has the most of ‘me’ in it. Many of the anecdotes are fictionalized truths, adventures we had when we first moved to the country from the city. The small town where Cam, my protagonist, settles is a mixture of the village where I live and two of the larger towns nearby.

How do you create your characters?


Every book is different – and I have written 9 books since Flashpoint! Cam Fraser’s feelings of not belonging are, to an extent, a reflection of my own feelings growing up, spending years in boarding school and travelling to a different country for almost every school holiday. I also try to make my male protagonists attractive to females emotionally and realistically – not in a muscle bound, too-good-to-be-true superhero way.

What inspires you and what got you starting to write?

I put my first (unpublished) manuscript together after a trip to East Timor, just after the violence had erupted. There I found so many stories about so many inspiring people, I just had to start jotting things down. Before that I really wanted to write, but didn’t know what I wanted to write about. At this point, my life was beginning to calm down, the kids were growing up, and as I worked alone on the farm my mind was able to start ticking over – and it hasn’t stopped since!

Where do you write? Is there something you need in order to write (music, drinks?)


I like to do my creative writing first thing in the morning when I am at my best. I start off writing in bed and then slither to the desk (also in my bedroom) once my back starts to protest. I need peace and quiet and lots of coffee!

How do you get your ideas for writing?


I had no trouble getting ideas for Flashpoint because so much of that novel was based on reality. For my other contemporary crime novels I got ideas from newspapers and true-crime books. For the historical novels, which I write now, I rely on historical biographies, archived newspaper articles and loads of generalized reading about the times – my historical books require much more research.

What do you like to read?


While I read quite a lot of crime fiction I think my tastes are fairly eclectic, from autobiographies (love Stephen Fry’s) to family drama, to the classics.

What would your advice be for authors or aspiring authors in regards to writing?


  • Try to be open-minded about your work and listen to constructive criticism from professionals.
  • A wonderful imagination won’t do you any good if you don’t learn the craft or have the drive to persist with it.
  • You have to be tough, learn to role with the punches – a writing career is not an easy option!
  • Many successful authors hone their craft through short story writing.
  • Be conscientious and accurate with your research.
  • Enter writing competitions – it worked for me!


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