Chapters (58)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Acknowledgements
‘That’s us done,’ said Ryder, as Heidi Lorrimer, head down and accompanied by a court officer, turned and descended the stairs to the cells.
Ryder and Benson stood, dipped their heads at the magistrate, and then made their way to the back of the courtroom.
In his peripheral vision, Ryder saw Dan, Kristin and Ethan Lorrimer sitting together, stony-faced and staring straight ahead as though they couldn’t believe it was over so quickly.
Fifty-two
Sterling gazed at the house through the car window as Flowers pulled into the kerb. It was hard to believe her time here had ended so abruptly. They’d even said their formal goodbyes to Sergeant Collins, and while he’d good-naturedly refused to give up his secret fishing location to Flowers, he’d been happy to tell Sterling about his lunchtime meeting with Lewis Buchanan.
It was during the school holidays, and he’d asked Buchanan to lunch to ask his advice on a right-of-way issue that was causing a problem between two property owners. Over lunch, Collins thought the high school teacher might like to know that his teenage daughter, who’d been staying with a friend while competing in a gymkhana, had attended a large underage party that the sergeant had been forced to shut down.
Collins recalled them briefly discussing the Lorrimers after Heidi had come into the hotel with Rodney Garrett, and Sterling left the station convinced that Collins was a good cop who cared for his community with a light touch, using a firmer hand only when necessary.
‘Everything okay?’
She turned to find Flowers watching her, his arm resting on the wheel. ‘When are you going to tell Ryder you’re leaving?’ she asked. ‘I thought you might do it last night when you gave him the print.’
‘And spoil his evening? No way.’ Flowers shook his head slowly, his eyes solemn. ‘I’ll tell him as soon as we get back to Parramatta. I won’t leave him in the lurch, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘No . . . I was just wondering.’
‘I have time, Nerida,’ he said quietly.
‘Good,’ she said with a smile, deciding to change the subject. ‘I’m so grateful you’re here with me. I’m not looking forward to going in.’
‘C’mon, look on the bright side,’ Flowers said. ‘You’ll be handing back the old Forrester shortly.’
‘True,’ said Sterling with a laugh. ‘It’s a bit underpowered for me.’
A few minutes later, she unlocked the door of the rumpus room, flicked on the light, and blinked in surprise. ‘It’s all been tidied up,’ she said. ‘I was expecting it to look like a bomb had gone off.’
Flowers followed her into the room. ‘I think Ryder organised for Harriet Ono to come up and do the forensics. Honestly, that woman would do anything for him. It looks as though she’s tidied it up, though it would be to impress Ryder, not you.’