Detective Senior Constable Karl Jenkins doesn't just investigate the missing men of Tasmania—he hunts them. Every sleepless night parked outside Luke Smith's house. Every rule bent, then broken. Every line crossed that he swore he never would.
Luke Smith is the thread connecting the vanished—Karl is certain of it. But certainty doesn't equal proof, and proof stays maddeningly out of reach. The only person Karl can ever seem to locate is Gladys Cramer, a wine-obsessed woman who turns up driving a missing man's car then vanishes into the wilderness after a high-speed chase. Her sister Beatrix flickers at the edges of Karl's vision—a silver-haired figure in windows and bathroom stalls, gone before he can prove she was ever there.
His partner Sarah becomes collateral damage in more ways than one—their entanglement as reckless as his investigation, their trust as fragile as the glass he shatters breaking into houses where he has no warrant and no business. His sergeant's patience runs out. And something called Killerton Enterprises lurks beneath the surface, connected to everything, explained by nothing.
The Distance Between Bodies is a relentless psychological thriller that follows one detective's freefall from obsession into violence, from certainty into paranoia, from hunter into something far more dangerous. The missing men are just the beginning. What Karl uncovers will cost him everything he thought he understood about reality itself.
