Cash sat in his car. The weight of Mick’s death was getting heavier on him by the minute. Sorry business to come. He should go to Dubbo, but these cases wouldn’t disappear, and they could focus his attention away from that weight. He couldn’t leave now. Aimee would go for him. He was seething with anger at what Peter had left out—lied about. What was with that prick? He was trying to find the girl, not harm her.
lied His mobile rang.
‘Yep, Carter Thompson.’
‘Hello, Carter, my name is Lily. I’m Adam’s sister. You know my dad.’
‘I do. He’s a good man. I’m working on this thing with Adam. You were right to tell your dad. He’s in over his head. I can tell that after one day.’
‘He’s not in danger, is he?’
‘Not immediate, not that I can see. I should meet you. I have a couple of hours now.
