Chapter SixSeth lay across the shabby couch, trying unsuccessfully to convince his body to ignore the adrenaline rush and rest. Through half slit eyelids, he could see Rebecca where she sat with her hands resting on her knees, back pushed into a corner of the couch. She stared blankly at the calendar tacked to the wall; a blonde in a swimsuit draped over a yellow sports car looked coyly back at the room. A big black line bisected the square containing the number 23. She uncurled herself from the couch and walked over to the calendar, crossing out the public holiday dates and then blacking out the twenty-six box entirely, so no white could be seen.
‘Black box for a black day,’ she said morosely.
‘Bit dark don’t you think? At least your family is most likely intact,’ Seth said lightly, giv
