“I don’t know.” Georgie threw up her hands.
“I’ve got her resume in the office,” Darcy said. “I’ll get it.”
While he was gone, Ed said, “I was here when she was interviewed. She’s smart and eloquent. She charmed us all.”
And she’d charmed him, but con men were always charming. He took the paper Darcy handed him and flicked through it. No more than six months at any job, some even less. Much of it was seasonal work, vagrant work, fruit picking or hospitality jobs. No details of any education and no home address. His gut squeezed uncomfortably. It strengthened his argument rather than refuting it.
“This tells us she doesn’t stick around long.” He handed the resume to Matt.
“Bran, there’s nothing nefarious about Amy,” Georgie said. “She’s a good person.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know her. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. In fact I caught her moving a spider outside because she didn’t want to kill it.” Georgie shuddered. “I would have emptied an entire bottle of fly spray on the sucker.”
He smiled. He’d forgotten about Georgie’s fear of spiders.
“She rarely eats meat,” Georgie continued. “And wanted to know more about my research on humpback whales. She supports the environment.”
Which apparently meant you couldn’t also be evil. “I’m not saying she’s involved, only that we have to consider it. Maybe she told the wrong thing to the wrong person without realising the damage it would cause,” he suggested.
Ed took his phone out. “She’s not on any social media.”
Neither was he, but most people were.
“I’ll do a little digging,” Ed said.
“Ed! Not you too,” Georgie exclaimed.
“I don’t like it either, Georgie,” Darcy said. “But we have to explore the possibility. Amy arrived when Stonefish started sniffing around.”
Georgie crossed her arms. “What about the campers? One of them could be a spy. Cheryl was pretty cosy with Mum.”
Brandon straightened. “How long have they been here?”
“Cheryl and Jay were our first guests,” Darcy said. “They loved it here and have stayed for months. Jay has been helping on the station. He owned a wheat farm down south and misses it.”
“What do we know about them?”
Georgie rolled her eyes and sighed.
Annoyance filled him. “Someone cut the brake line on the four-wheel drive, Georgiana. We’re not exactly in the middle of suburbia here. You can hear anyone coming from a mile away—literally. If it wasn’t any of us, then we have to consider who else had the opportunity.”
Georgie scowled. “What about motive?”
“We’ll get to that. Anyone else been staying a while?”
Darcy shrugged. “Amy would know.”
Involving her would only cause her to ask questions. “Can I look at the records?”
“They should be in the reception.”
Great. He stood and then thought of something else. “We should also discuss safety. Everyone should check their car before driving anywhere.” He glanced at his sister. She was the most vulnerable, the easiest to overwhelm. “You shouldn’t go anywhere alone, Georgie. Can you move back home for a while?”
Her laugh was sarcastic. “I’m not the one who inherited the station,” she said. “There’s no reason for anyone to come after me if that’s their aim. It’s you who should have a bodyguard twenty-four seven.”
Shit. She had a point. The others nodded their agreement.
