CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Trev waded across a shallow part of the river, boots in hand and pants rolled up. The water was cold and the rocks underfoot not the most pleasant to walk on. He’d spent the past hour or so on the opposite side from where it snaked behind the bushland to near the top of the falls.
Bryce stood with his arms crossed watching Trev. Katrina was on the phone a little further away.
“Isn’t there a bridge somewhere?” Bryce asked with a grin. “Or do you like splashing around like a kid.”
With a glare as an answer, Trev climbed onto the bank and wiped his feet on the grass.
Katrina hung up and joined them as he forced his still-wet feet into socks. “Right. First light we’ll have the dog squad here for a decent look around.”
Several hours searching hadn’t uncovered another gr
