It felt wrong to be at work. Everyone who’d attended the funeral was quieter than normal and Liz understood. The gravity of the morning had come back to the office with them. She’d arranged for a basket of fruit and chocolates to be delivered to Vince and Melanie and it wasn’t nearly enough.
What else can I do?
What else can I do?Terry had a similar air about him, but he was also intent on catching Malcolm Hardy and was at a clean whiteboard with a marker.
‘Let’s start afresh, boys and girls.’ He tapped the end of the marker on the board. ‘Yesterday was a waste of resources with no sign of Hardy in Ballarat nor of the place where he was allegedly seen. We want to catch the little s**t, but we need to be alert to false alarms.’
‘Probably in another state by now.’ One of the younger dete
