Robin Trigg’s chilly crime novel, NIGHT SHIFT, borrows its name from Antarctica’s six months season of darkness. ‘The cold hit me like a hammer. But never had I taken such an unpolluted breath.’ More intense than the icy embrace of this wilderness are the claustrophobia and close-quarters social dynamics facing the crew of Australis mining base. Newly appointed Security Chief, Anders Nordvelt, makes up the magic number of 13 hands. What could possibly go wrong?