Chapter 34
The rain didn’t stop later that day. It didn’t stop that night when he and Sophie ate their Sunday roast dinner of the last of the wild pork. It didn’t stop on Monday morning when he drove Sophie to school, or in the afternoon when he picked her up. On top of that, the Moree police hadn’t returned his calls and Nina wouldn’t even take them. When he dropped over to Red Gums, either she was out or she wouldn’t answer the door. Frustration was rising like the river. The swollen Bunyip was threatening the bridge on the Donnalee road to town. When Ric did a final check on Monday evening, a muddy torrent already swirled around the struts beneath the wooden spans.
Ric woke on Tuesday morning after a restless night. It was still raining. He looked across at the alarm clock. Dead. Grea
