“Your friend Brandon has already told me he’ll be guarding it. We’ll fly it to Perth in the morning.”
She sighed. Good. Someone else could deal with it.
Doug pulled out a notebook. “So tell me everything that happened.”
“This will take a while.” She took a deep breath and began.
The sun was rising before Nhiari climbed into the police car next to Dot. She would kill for a coffee, but she was driving because Dot looked as if she was about to drop. Brandon was staying with the treasure.
“Any news from Sam?” Dot asked.
“Yeah. Lee was transferred to the ambulance and after some surgery, he’s recovering well in hospital. Sam and Sherlock are standing guard since Lee is technically still under arrest.”
“Do you think it’s over?” Dot asked.
Nhiari slowed over a hump. “We still need to work out Lee’s role in all of this.”
“I can’t believe he shot you.”
She clenched her hands on the steering wheel. “He said it was to protect me from his mother.”
“I guess if he wanted to kill you, he would have aimed at your head.”
Nhiari scowled. “That’s what Sam said.”
“You know what I mean,” Dot insisted. “He’s got skills. He wouldn’t miss his target at that distance.”
She was right, not that it made her feel any better.
“What are you going to do about Lee?”
She closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t know.”
Dot squeezed her leg. “I understand. I didn’t know whether I could trust Oliver.”
“At least you had a history with him. Lee admitted that first date was so he could get information out of me.”
“It would be easier if there was someone who could vouch for him,” Dot agreed.
Nhiari glanced at her. Should she mention Lindsay? Though she could have been manipulated too.
“What is it?” Dot asked, sitting straighter. “What haven’t you told me?”
Nhiari grimaced. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so observant.”
“Don’t avoid the question.”
She exhaled. “You won’t like it.”
“Tell me.” Dot’s voice was icy, the fatigue gone from it.
Crap. “Lee’s father was the man Lindsay fell in love with.” Nhiari spoke quickly. “The one who broke her heart. He returned at the beginning of the year and left again, promising to return, but he was killed by Lucas.” She pressed her lips together. “No, I guess his wife killed him if Lee is to be believed.”
“Lindsay knew Lee was his son?” Dot asked.
“Yes. Lee visited her when he first arrived. She’s been helping him while he’s been on the run.”
Dot swore. “She said nothing to me.”
