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Sam Rose fumbled for his phone and flipped it open. On the screen was a photo of Sarah Collins.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Sam greeted.
“Where are you?” Sarah asked.
“In the middle of bloody nowhere.”
“How far are you from the Olgas?”
“The Olgas? The Olgas are behind us. We’ve just come out of the bush and are heading east, towards Erldunda.”
“Turn around,” Sarah ordered.
“Turn around? Why?”
“I’ve got two tourists down, halfway through one of the walks here at the Olgas.”
Sam switched the phone onto speaker so Foley could hear the conversation. “What happened?”
“Husband and wife. Shot. Both of them,” Sarah explained. “One shot to the head.”
“Jesus!” Sam cursed. “Our perp?”
“Has to be. I think he’s still in the area.”
Sam looked at Foley. “The Olgas, Russ. As fast as you can.” He tu
