Finn had the plan in place.All she’d done was back it up with flight logs and digital proof—like he’d started the sentence, and she finished it.Not to show off, but because she liked having the last word.And he let her.
She’d never had a partner so in sync.It felt like he was someone she’d worked closely with for years, not someone she hadn’t seen in a month
‘And?’
‘Look at the time stamp on his email.’She tapped frantically, pulling up the time-stamped files.‘First one’s from Bob at 10:47 last night.That’s two hoursafteryou got Lydia and Brodie to the hospital.’
She read aloud:
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: need pickup
did look-see with Red, found warraga empty.
took truck, were lining up a dozen fats when it went to hell.
red got clocked hard.bleeding bad.
no ute, no way out.
town’s after us.highway’s blocked.cops looking.
not leaving him.
this is the plan, yeah?quarry run.
send the jet.
—bob
Sent: 10:47pm, Wednesday
‘Then Red follows up with his email an hour later, threatening Drew.’
Finn frowned and leaned in closer to her laptop screen to read the email:
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Confirm your end
Don’t think you can block me by not answering your phone.
You’d better have that jet lined up, Drew!
This is the out you promised.
My wife is in hospital with some kid from the yards.She saw too much, told me she’s been talking to the cops.
I’ve got nothing left in this town.
And you know what I know.
Don’t make me say it twice.
