Chapter Ten
Cynthia Nolan sat in her mother’s kitchen drinking coffee. ‘Mum, the police have arrested Ian.’ She looked at her hands. ‘And they’re looking for Jim.’
‘What’s Ian done?’ said Mrs Holden.
‘He was driving Jim’s truck for him Friday morning. Greg’s got the flu. Anyway, there was an accident. Some old fella pulled out in front of him and got himself killed.’
‘Was Ian hurt?’ said Mrs Holden.
‘No, but the police are saying the car on the back of the truck was stolen. They came to see me. Wanted to know where Jim was.’
‘What did you tell them?’ said Mrs Holden.
‘That he’s interstate.’
‘Is that true?’ said Mrs Holden.
‘Of course it’s true, Mum! That’s where he told me he was going.’
‘Did you let him know the police were looking for him?’
‘He said the police must have made a
