Emma had no opportunity to voice her suspicions about Mick’s sudden death, as Mario’s immediate future was of greater concern. Reluctant to discuss the situation indoors, the four friends retreated to the rear patio to sit in faded canvas chairs, protected from late afternoon sunlight by blinds that descended from the roof at the press of a button attached to the wall. Surprising technology for a house built in the 1950s, but welcome shade.
Luke was the first to speak, his unease evident from the tone of his voice. ‘It’s imperative Mario be moved immediately, not to Frankston Hospital, but to a safe environment, where he can heal without fear of a second attack.’
‘You think another attack’s possible?’ Emma asked, as an image of “snappy dresser” Connor Hardcastle popped into her head.
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