FINN WATCHED THE convoy of police cars wind their way up the dirt track, away from the stock camp. It’d been a wild twenty-four hours, and he drew in a deep breath for what seemed like the first time since he’d discovered the methamphetamine hidden under Brian’s truck. The sun was just setting over the horizon, bringing darkness hurrying to cloak the outback.
Nash and Constable Willow had left hours ago, taking Brian and Rosie Wagner with them, to be formally charged at the Dimbulah station. Forensics had been out to inspect the crime scene, and impounded the truck and all of Brian and Rosie’s belongings, which had been packed up and driven back to Cairns for further investigation. Detective Sampson and his supervisor, Detective Sergeant Coldwater, were the last to leave, taking the rest
