I pulled up in the street outside the apartment building Ferdinand lived in, parking in a loading zone. ‘I’m downstairs,’ I said into my phone as soon as Ferdinand answered.
‘On my way.’
‘Don’t you have anything better to do on a Sunday than spend it with me?’ I said as I pulled onto the roadway.
‘I’m not spending it with you. I am going to spend a lovely Sunday afternoon in the beautiful Macedon Ranges.’
‘Hmm. Anything to do with Phillip?’
‘Why? Is that a problem?’
I didn"t answer. I didn’t know what to say. Was it a problem? No doubt my uncle would tell me if it were. Something niggled at the back of my mind, though. The first time I saw Ferdinand and Phillip together, it seemed as if they’d met before. I had disregarded the thought as impossible, but the niggle hung around in my h
