An hour after her call to a mobile number, the aerial specialist drank coffee in her kitchen. “$150 all up, miss,” he said, the job already complete. “You just needed a booster.” He narrowed his bushy, black brows. “Them city blokes know nothin’. All piss and wind, bro’.” He waved the home baked cookie towards the kitchen window. “My ma lives over that way, through the bush.” He took a loud slurp of his coffee and helped himself to another cookie.
Hana straightened her spine, interest in her eyes. “Really? How far away?”
“Next door from here. Five minutes by road but twenty if you walk it. You’d get sore lost if youse didn’t know the way. It’s dense bush at the bottom with streams and ridges you can’t see until you trip over them.”
Hana gazed towards the forbidding darkness of the canop
