Chapter 18
By the time he reached the jeep, Penny was already sitting in the driver’s seat. Pursed lips, stiff back, knuckle-white hands in charge of the wheel.
Matt climbed in beside her. ‘Did Woorawa come? Does Aquila like her new boyfriend?’
Apparently it was Penny’s turn not to talk. She took off, grinding gears, wheels hurling mud behind them.
‘Remind me never to listen to Drake,’ he said. ‘Or drink Bundy and coke.’ A tight smile this time, as though she was happy he had a hangover. He tried again. ‘Hobart search-and-rescue are going up after Lisa and Lucky.’
Now he had her attention. ‘Up where?’
‘Up Pallawarra.’
Penny’s eyes grew large. ‘Nobody would dare cut down Pallawarra.’
‘Not if Drake’s mob can help it.’
The jeep emerged from the track into the flattened logging coupe
