Sussex Inlet, 1946–1950
A drowned river runs from the sea up to St Georges Basin, and the village sits on its south bank: eleven families, a post office with a manual exchange, a general store, two guest houses, a boatshed, and no sealed road in or out. In summer a hundred and fifty holidaymakers arrive, and the season is thin enough that everybody counts them.
The professional fishermen camp down toward the mouth, where they have been the longest and own the least. The water is the main street, a line drawn across the inlet in 1915 still decides who is allowed to investigate what, and the nearest sergeant is hours away on an unsealed road.
One village, one narrator
Williamina “Mina” Tait comes home to run a guest house, a boatshed and a cafe counter that she does not own: her father was lost at sea, probate is pending, and every creditor in the district knows it.
Four mysteries, one village of fifty people, and a tide table that decides who could have been where. The cost of solving anything is that you go on living next door to the answer.
Start with Mina
The Wrack Line is the way in — a guest house she does not own yet, a drowning off one of her own hire boats, and a tidy verdict that would close the business.
Meet Williamina Tait →