A tap sounded on the door of Ashley’s bedroom. Josh glanced at her, but she didn’t stir. He climbed out of bed and padded to the door, glad of his impulse to retain his boxer-briefs instead of going with his usual naked self.
He cracked open the door. “Ashley’s asleep.”
“We have news,” Gerry said.
Josh slid from the room and followed Gerry to the lounge. Eleven-thirty. “What have you got?”
“Members of the public reported seeing Robert’s car. We got lucky with fingerprints. We have a full name. Stephen Blackwood.”
“Who is he?”
“He lived in the same country town as Ashley but moved to Australia with his mother when he was ten. He’s lived there ever since, joining the Australian army out of school before going into the special forces.”
“The man is more dangerous than you thought.” Josh
