I put the Benz in gear and headed for Connor’s police station. Even if Heath wasn’t there, Connor would talk to me. Or else he’d be sorry. Heath’s Commodore was in the driveway and I parked in the street, my heart already hammering in my chest. But my nervousness just made me angrier with myself. I helped Mia to get out of her seat and held her by the hand.
‘Going shopping?’ she asked, gazing up at me. ‘Lollies?’
‘Not right now, kiddo. Uncle Connor maybe.’
Her face glowed. ‘Unca Connor!’ She half-dragged me towards the police station entrance, and I was happy to open the door and let her go first. She rushed in, shouting, ‘Unca Connor, Unca Connor!’ I hid a smile and let the door whoosh and close behind me.
Connor appeared behind the counter with a grin on his face. He pretended not to
