An image which has natural scenery as its primary focusMy phone vibrated as I stepped off the last section of pavement before leaving the town behind me. Julia’s number flashed onto the screen. Rain slapped the grey concrete, leaving dark polka dots and swishing beneath the tyres of passing cars. “Jacques?” Concern filled her voice. An odd echo accompanied it and traffic noises moved around her location. “I’m on my way.”
“Where?” I halted by the gates to the quarry, choking on the dust kicked up by my sudden stop.
“I left as soon as I finished the call with the detective. Gordon sent me home because I feel unwell, Jacques.” Her voice wobbled as she spoke the lie, desperate to communicate the terror lodged in her chest. We never shared details over any communication system able to relay o
