Chapter 17
Still broad daylight, yet Kim missed the turn-off, twice. There was nothing to mark it. Nothing to indicate that the patch of gravel and rough bush track leading into the forest was the entrance to anyone’s house.
Kim pulled over and wound down the window. It was the same place she’d stopped on that first day. How suspicious she’d been of Taj, completely thrown by how he’d turned up out of the forest. Troubled by his wild appearance, his foreign accent, his interest in Abbey. Apprehensive about being alone with him. Her skin tingled at the recollection and she rubbed her arms.
Kim got out of the car and glanced around the looming trees, all senses alert. There was no furtive rustling in the ferns this time. No flash of a sandy hide in the bushes. Yet she still felt uneasy, a
