Cade swore beneath his breath as his vehicle burnt. No going back now. When the fire was almost out, they rowed across the Murray towards the waiting vehicles. Pippa sat in the dinghy among the assorted tools, staring blankly at the burnt-out hulk of their car. When they reached the other side, Cade told her to get out and wait by the water.
Pippa didn’t argue. She just kept staring back across the river.
He and Dylan carted the dinghy and tools up the bank. Dylan pointed to the dark-blue station wagon and tossed something to Cade – car keys and a burner phone. ‘There’s some clothes in the back.’
‘I’ll need a bloody lot more than that now someone’s dead,’ he snapped. ‘The story’s all over the news. It won’t just be a matter of lying low for a week or two like we expected.’
‘I told you,
