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Anna turned her head and looked out through the rear window of the Ford Focus. “That’s the police!” she called.
“I know, Anna. I can see them,” Amber glanced into the rear-vision mirror.
The police Toyota was perhaps a half-kilometre behind them, and coming fast. Suddenly, as she alternated her focus between the mirror and the road ahead, she noticed the police vehicle was falling further behind.
“They’re slowing down,” she announced.
In the passenger seat, next to Amber, Ebony turned and looked past Anna, out through the rear window.
“She’s right, they are slowing down,” she confirmed. “They’re turning off into the Lost City.”
“Okay, good,” Amber relaxed slightly. “We’ve got a short lead on them.”
“Where does this road lead?” Anna asked.
“Borroloola,” Amber confirmed. “It’s a
