Chapter 22
‘Think about it,’ said Zoe. ‘Without turtles and dugongs and dolphins, without healthy fish and coral — what sort of an eco-resort will the Bennett’s have on their hands? If something isn’t done about run-off from the cane farms, your deal’s dead in the water.’
Leo stabbed the meat on the barbecue grill with a fork and turned it over, the aroma of seared steak competing with the salty scent of the sea. He swung around to face her. ‘And you’re sure about it – this contamination problem?’
Zoe brandished a sheaf of stapled papers at him. ‘It’s all here in these reports. Analysis of samples, pollution levels, effects on wildlife. I’m expecting independent results from Queensland Uni any day now. I’m certain they’ll confirm these findings.’ Leo poured a glass of wine and handed it
