Sunday, June 11, 2017
Summer of the Seventeen Poll, by Aoife Clifford
I like stories of political intrigue (insert joke about current events here). But I am not used to them taking a noir tone.
...dawn broke as gently as a politician's promise.
Nice, isn't it?
The narrator who gave us that lovely line is Callan Valient, an operative for the Labor Party in the Australian state of Victoria. Please don't insult her by calling her a spin doctor.
You see, I'm a "smokejumper." I get the first phone call from the powers that be, even before they press "s" for spin. To be able to spin, you need to how the truth. I find that out, and then it's someone else's job to ensure the public never does.
The particular wildfire Valient is jumping into involves a long-dead corpse discovered in the seldom-used house of the head of the state, who happens to be the unpopular leader of the Labor Party. Premier Prendergast might be a pig, but he was our pig...
Valient and her boss, Roland "Stainless" Gesink, have their work cut out for them as most of the suspects have the last name Prendergast. The solution is quite a surprise.
Posted by Robert Lopresti at 10:12 AM
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