‘Nup.’ Emma glared at him. ‘You can tell him what I said.’
‘It doesn’t quite work that way.’ Now Heath was running his hand over his hair; not a positive sign.
‘Look,’ Emma said, with a heavy teenage sigh that usually came with an eye roll. ‘It doesn’t matter what I tell you, or him. Mum told me once that the police have no control over these guys. You can’t stop them. If this Aidan has been sent to get me…’ She swallowed and then kept going. ‘You’ve found out who he is. Big deal. The cops in NSW know who he is. Big deal. Even if they found out who’s paying him – or I tell you – big deal. You don’t have anything on him. They’re too clever for you. End of story.’ She stood up. ‘I’m getting some fruit.’
We watched her walk to the buffet and use the tongs to pick up the precisely-cut piece
