EIGHTY-ONE
I debated whether to tell Nathan about the trip, the contract and the new life I'd be living in Melbourne, then realised I couldn't. His boss was supposed to make the offer to him and he might not have said anything yet. Part of witness protection was not telling anyone – I couldn't even tell Nathan.
Fate had other ideas. Detective McGuinness called, asking for both my memories and my ability to identify my attackers. Apparently someone had noticed suspicious activity near an old World War II bunker in some bushland down south. When the local police had gone in to investigate, they'd found dead bodies and evidence of someone being held captive in one of the bunker chambers, so they'd called him in.
He didn't need to say it. I already knew he'd found where they'd held me. A fo
