Still. Matt Nable. 2021.

The humidity sat heavy and thick over the town as Senior Constable Ned Potter looked down at a body found in the shallow marshland. This was a bad death. He didn’t know then that this was just the first.

Charlotte Clark drove the long way home, thinking about how stuck she felt, a 23-year-old housewife, married to a cowboy who isn’t who she thought he was. The days ahead felt suffocating, living in a town where she was supposed to keep herself nice and wait for her husband to get home from the pub. She stopped the car, stepped out to breathe in the night air and looked out over the water to the tangled mangroves. She didn’t hear a sound before a hand was around her mouth.