He’d not been along this path in years but his feet remembered the way. A narrow dirt track, almost overgrown with the soft, long grass which favoured this part of the property, followed a ridge for a hundred metres or so before veering away from the drop. There was a dip where trees began to offer some shelter, and then a rise.
For good measure, he called again, ‘Melanie! Wait for me.’
If Farrelly wasn’t on his heels he had no backup plan.
Vince’s head spun from exertion and his legs were buckling. Every breath was gasped and painful. But he found the copse of a dozen grown trees—a far cry from the tiny saplings he’d planted with Susie so long ago.
Staggering to the closest one, he threw himself behind it, sucking in air. He had nothing left in the tank. Farrelly would find him and ki
