SEVENTEEN
FROM AN EAGLE-EYED VIEW IT would have been comical: three tin fish tossed around like so much driftwood and battling the current of the mighty Rupert. You should have seen us, Jude. If I hadn’t been so nauseated I might have laughed but as it was I was merely thankful for having eaten nothing since morning. Vomiting over the side would have been a humiliation. Queasiness I could hide.
We were two to a boat and Henry was in mine. That we’d form a search party for the missing group of Cree was to me a foregone conclusion from the minute the Mountie came aboard with the news. I’d known Lachlan long enough to understand that their absence would be as palpable as a tumour and equally impossible to ignore. He’d spend the night searching if he had to and he’d expect no less of the res
