IT TOOK THE GOOD DOCTOR SEVERAL VOICE MESSAGES over a couple of days to catch up with Ryan. The Navy man had been away on a week-long training exercise.
Ryan’s normally steady heart rate rose significantly when he saw the number of messages from Dr Barry Cameron’s cell phone.
Unreal, he thought.
He was sweating when he dialled the number. His call was answered swiftly, though he was calling at the ungodly hour of 23:00.
‘Mate, talk to me?’ Barry blurted out without the amenities that usually precede a friendly call.
‘Yeah, umm ... you haven’t found a body floating off the eastern seaboard, have you?’ Ryan asked concernedly, going straight to the point.
Barry laughed.
‘No, mate, what made you ask?’
‘I took Duck to Dobroyd Head a week ago. He said he wanted to go back to Base, but ne
