CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The sarge muttered, ‘I’ve never felt more useless in my life.’
Sam stared at him. Despite his white hair, she didn’t think of Lunny as old. He kept the Daylesford team on their toes mentally and physically, regardless of the age difference. As the baby of the station, there were about thirty-five years between her and Lunny and he’d run rings around her any time – other than now.
Tonight, he seemed old and frail, like Nonno had become. Only her grandfather had another decade on Lunny when he died in his sleep.
The sarge turned raw-looking eyes on Sam. ‘I tried to send Tom and his mum home, you know?’
She nodded. She’d been standing beside him. He’d also repeated that sentence about five times since in the same bewildered voice.
‘They wouldn’t go.’ He turned back to
