For as long as she could, Ellie stayed under cover but close to the edge of the bushland. At some point she’d need to cross the open ground between here and the edge of the cliff and then—if she could find the track—descend to the cabin without Paul finding her.
No longer was she worried about why he was doing this. Every move was about survival. Ben’s plea for her to find safety, that Paul was dangerous, was etched in her thoughts. Her body responded out of sheer instinct. One foot at a time and careful of where it landed. Keep quiet. Above all, stay invisible.
Why had the helicopter gone? She strained to hear for its rotors but now, the wind was gusting through the trees, branches creaking and groaning. Was it the police or simply a sightseeing chopper too far off course? How long had
