Chapter 12
The sergeant was talking to the first man who’d come down from the tree. Even at a distance in the dusk, Sarah could see the man wasn’t Matt. About the same height, but slimmer and with a rope of pale hair. Instead of Steve Irwin khaki, he wore tatty jeans, a heavy homespun jumper two sizes too big and a black-and-white beanie. The man shook the sergeant’s hand, then strolled towards her. Sarah looked past him to see Matt make a neat landing. The man blocked her view and extended his hand, forcing her to pay attention. He took off the beanie. A halo of dreadlocks swung free, revealing a rainbow headband.
‘Drake Logan.’
‘Dr Sarah Deville. UCLA.’
Drake arched his eyebrows, shook her offered hand with his right and cupped it with his left. ‘You are an uncommonly beautiful docto
