Chapter 21
After two days of enthusiastic yet fruitless activity, I was starting to feel like our search for Dallmin was just a naive attempt to assuage my guilty conscience. We’d called hospitals, shelters, police stations, and even hang-gliding centres. We’d driven to all the nearby towns asking random people on the street whether they had seen a man with long dark hair and dark skin who may have been acting strangely. On Tuesday morning we even resorted to driving around some of the bush tracks, but even if he’d been hiding out there somewhere we wouldn’t have seen any signs of him. Tim got to know the area really well.
Our next plan was to follow up on a lead from the local paper. The crime watch section mentioned a man who’d been seen climbing on the roof of a gazebo in the botanic
