‘Oh crap. Do you suppose Hardy is one of them?’
‘Wouldn’t that be nice for us? Tell me again why you are driving up there alone?’ Pete’s tone was part amused; part annoyed. He’d hate to miss the chance to catch Hardy.
She went up a steep hill, then down into what looked like a dead end. The headlights picked up a parked patrol car. ‘Where the hell is the van?’ All around was dense bush and the track went no further. ‘I’m there. I’ll call you shortly.’
She hung up before Pete could debate it and manoeuvred the vehicle so it was next to the patrol car, headlights shining into the undergrowth. There was the faintest shape of something large hidden from the road and a couple of flashlights headed her way.
Outside, the air was crisp. Another icy night was ahead and already, mist coloured he
