CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
“We’ve got maybe an hour of light. Less once we get down the pool. You’ll need flashlights and ropes and—”
“Trev, we’ve got this.” Katrina cut him off. “AirPol is under half an hour away. If nothing else, their floodlights from above will give us as much light as we need but I intend to find them before then. Okay?”
Trev, Katrina, and Bryce had met at the carpark. The SUV was parked there, locked and with no sign of its driver. Trev checked his phone every minute, it seemed. When a message came through, he opened it with fingers that barely worked. Rosie.
Have you found her?
Not yet, Mum. We’re at the falls now.
Look for the ledge. She listens.
That was debatable. How many times had he asked her to avoid danger? To tell him where she was and what was happening.
B
