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Buch 2 von 2: Sergeant Akal Singh Mysteries

Rao, Nilima

 
9781641295475: A Shipwreck in Fiji (A Sergeant Akal Singh Mystery, Band 2)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1641295473 ISBN 13: 9781641295475
Verlag: Soho Crime, 2025

Inhaltsangabe

Fiji, 1915: when a purported sighting of Germans on the run from the Great War turns deadly, Sergeant Akal Singh reluctantly investigates in this vibrant follow-up to A Disappearance in Fiji.

Sergeant Akal Singh, an unwilling transplant to Fiji, is just starting to settle into his life in the capital city of Suva when he is sent to Ovalau, a neighboring island, on a series of fool’s errands. First, investigate reports of German soldiers in the area, thousands of miles from the front in Europe. Second, chaperone two strong-willed European ladies, Mary and Katherine, on a sightseeing tour. And third, supervise the only police officer currently there, an eighteen-year-old constable with a penchant for hysterics.

Accompanied by his friend Taviti, who is visiting his uncle, the local chief, Akal sets off on these seemingly straightforward tasks. But he soon becomes embroiled in local issues: the gruesome death of an unpopular local and the imprisonment of a group of Norwegian sailors in Taviti’s uncle’s village. To add to Akal’s woes, Katherine, the charming aspiring journalist, harbors an agenda of her own. Will Akal be able to keep her—and himself—out of trouble before anybody else gets killed?

Nilima Rao’s debut, A Disappearance in Fiji, was a critical darling and award-winner, ending up on multiple best-of-year roundups. This next installment in the Sergeant Akal Singh series has all the charm and sparkle of the first book, with even more fascinating historical insight into the realities of life on Fiji at the start of the twentieth century.

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Nilima Rao is a Fijian Indian Australian who has always referred to herself as “culturally confused.” She has since learned that we are all confused in some way and now feels better about the whole thing. When she isn’t writing, Nilima can be found wrangling data (the dreaded day job) or wandering around Melbourne laneways in search of the next new wine bar. A Disappearance in Fiji was her first novel.

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Chapter 1

“What did I miss?” Dr. Robert Holmes asked, sounding out of breath.

Sergeant Akal Singh raised a hand to his forehead to shield his eyes against the brilliant sunshine. Even so, he had to squint as he looked up at the doctor, who had arrived at the cricket ground twenty minutes later than he had promised. Akal looked with envy at the hats of the men around him. Not an option with his turban in place.

“Nothing much,” Constable Taviti Tukana replied. Taviti had questioned Akal about this game they called cricket many times, but still didn’t understand why the British and the Indians in Suva were all so mad for it. As far as Akal could tell, Taviti came along to these Sunday matches to flirt with the ladies in attendance. “Sergeant Singh hasn’t had his turn hitting the ball yet.”

“Batting,” the doctor and Akal corrected in concert. Taviti shrugged indifferently.

“We are waiting for the inspector-general before we can start. And half of the other team are missing,” Akal explained to the doctor. The match today was ostensibly to raise money for the Fiji Contingent Fund, which would pay for a small group of British subjects to make their way to Europe so they could enlist to fight in the war. It was also a grudge match, the Suva Constabulary versus the civil service—the officers of the Fijian colonial administration.

“Ah, well, they were all with me, stuck in a last-minute meeting with the governor. Some war updates came in over the telegraph,” Robert informed them gravely as he sat down on the bench next to Akal. “That disastrous battle in Turkey last week. There were a lot of Australians killed. The names have started coming through, and the Australians here are worried about their people.”

Akal had heard that there were Indians in that battle as well, but it seemed the governor didn’t think they warranted a mention. He wondered if any of his friends had lost their lives. While he worked within the British Empire by going to Hong Kong and joining the police service, some of the boys in his village in the Punjab had joined the British Indian Army. Could they have been part of this battle? Akal quickly dismissed the thought, pushing away the lurking sense of dread. He would likely never know.

“I think they might be a while. I don’t have the stomach to dwell on it all, but a lot of the others stayed back to talk about it,” the doctor continued. “You’ve probably got a bit of time before your famous bowling arm is required, Akal.”

“Batting,” said Taviti cheekily.

“No. Bowling,” said Akal, rotating his arm through the bowling motion. Taviti shrugged indifferently again, while Akal turned to Dr. Holmes. “What other information did we receive on the war?”

Dr. Holmes grimaced, clearly reluctant to revisit the topic, but filled them in on what he had learnt of the battle. The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps had landed on a beach, somewhere called Gallipoli, and had met strong resistance from the Turkish troops. Despite heavy losses, they had dug in and were at a stalemate with the Turks.

“It all feels very far away from here,” the doctor concluded, gesturing towards the crowd who had gathered for the long-awaited game of cricket.

Everyone was in their Sunday best. The well-heeled Europeans, sitting on chairs in the shade of a cluster of trees, had trickled over from their post-church lunch at the adjacent Grand Pacific Hotel. Dominated by British, Australians, and New Zealanders, these were the elite of the backwater colony of Fiji, one of the last acquisitions of the British Empire. Many were part of the colonial administration, and a few were plantation owners who had come to Suva for a break in the nearest thing they had to a cosmopolitan metropolis.

The ladies sat gossiping under parasols and hats, protecting themselves from the sun as best they could, drinking lemonade brought across on trays from the hotel by uniformed waitstaff. The men stood plucking gin and tonics from the same trays. The planters were easy to identify, sporting the leathery, tanned faces of men who couldn’t avoid the sun.

Across the field from the Europeans, the Indians, sitting cross-legged on woven mats, were largely the shop owners in Suva, the more prosperous of the Indians in the colony. Most of them had paid their own way from India to seek business opportunities. There were one or two who had made it through their five years of indenture and had scrambled their way to the top of the food chain in their own community.

Akal, Taviti, and Dr. Holmes were an anomaly in the crowd, which was segregated along racial lines. Taviti was the only Fijian present, and Akal the only Sikh. Add an older, dignified British doctor to their little trio, sitting apart from everyone else, and the incongruity was complete. They ignored the occasional curious glances cast their way. This friendship was Akal’s lifeline in an otherwise unfriendly environment, so he was beyond grateful that the other two had thrown their lot in with him.

“Who are they?” asked Taviti, nudging Akal and nodding in the direction of two women who had just arrived, one who looked to be in her early twenties and the other perhaps approaching fifty. They were clearly related, both sporting the same red hair, though the young woman’s shone fiercely in the sun and the older lady’s was more muted with grey.

Akal shook his head with a small frown. He didn’t recognise them, which was unusual; with so few Europeans in Suva, he recognised everyone, even if he didn’t know them by name. They could have come in from a plantation, but he thought he would have heard if there was a beautiful young woman living on a plantation. It seemed more likely that they were new arrivals. Akal and Taviti both looked questioningly towards the doctor.

“No, no idea. Though that is Hugh Clancy they are joining. Looks like he may have some family visiting.”

Hugh Clancy was the editor of the Fiji Times, the best source of news and a powerful institution in the colony. Clancy was not afraid to criticise the administration and report on things the governor would prefer to remain quiet. Last year, the Fiji Times had published claims made by a Catholic priest, Father Hughes, that an Indian coolie woman had been kidnapped from a plantation. The inspector-general had reluctantly sent Akal out to investigate, instructing him to close the case quickly and quietly. Akal’s failure to follow these instructions had cemented his commanding officer’s already poor opinion of him.

The two unfamiliar ladies had settled into some seats and were looking around, the younger woman more animated as she pointed at various objects. The older lady seemed content to nod indulgently, occasionally adding a comment of her own. Akal followed the young woman’s gestures, seeing the scene with fresh eyes.

This was the very image of a British colony. The cricket stumps set up and waiting for the match to begin. The natural environment of the tropical island ruthlessly tamed to allow for a game which was transplanted from half the world away. The fair-skinned Britishers who were not meant for the Fijian sun wilting in the humidity. Behind, the graceful edifice of the Grand Pacific Hotel. And beyond all of that, the endless ocean.

“Here they come. Time to shine, young man,” declared the doctor. Akal turned to look over his right shoulder towards the road. The missing cricket players were passing through the palm trees, arriving en masse in their crisp white uniforms.

Akal rose to join his team, while the doctor...

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Verlag
Soho Crime
Erscheinungsdatum
2025
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1641295473
ISBN 13 
9781641295475
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
272
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