On Sunday morning, Rebecca Grant woke up to an empty bed. It looked like John had not come to bed at all after she’d left him watching television the night before. She used the bathroom, pulled on her dressing gown, and made her way through the house. John wasn’t in his office and he wasn’t sprawled across the couch in the lounge. When she reached the kitchen, there was an envelope leaning against the wall next to the cooktop where she couldn’t miss it.
Rebecca picked up the envelope. It held one piece of paper on which John had written the word: Sorry. She rushed out onto the veranda. The Land Cruiser was gone from the yard. She went back to the room John used as his office where the gun safe was located. Two of his guns were missing: a twenty-two rifle and a shotgun. She checked the amm
