‘He did it deliberately, you know,’ she said. ‘He didn’t want that photo; he wanted to scare me. He saw us coming.’ Her breath was escaping in strangled gasps. ‘That was spiteful of him,’ she said, ‘but what if he was feeling desperate or angry? Would he ever take it out on Daisy?’

Steve gently took her arm. ‘Hang on, Grace. It’s all right. Take a deep breath.’

Grace looked at him, trying to calm down. ‘I keep seeing him . . . if he’d taken any more steps towards the edge . . . would he . . . would he . . .?’

‘No. It looks closer than it really is. Your deep fears have rushed in; just close your eyes. It’s all right, truly.’ He put his arm around her as she took several deep breaths.

‘Sorry. It just seems that if my life is going well, he always has to rattle my cage, deliberately it seems.’

‘Why is he here? Just to see Daisy or to stir you up? Is he checking on you?’ asked Steve softly.

‘All of the above, I guess. Not that my life is any of his business anymore. We’re separated.’

‘It’s not my business either, I know. But can you pretend you didn’t see that scene at the edge of the cliff? If he likes to upset you, then the best thing is to pretend to ignore it now. For a man with a big ego, being ignored, politely, would be very annoying.’

‘Thanks, Steve,’ said Grace quietly. She took another slow breath and felt herself relaxing a little.

‘Let’s sit and wait for the others. I have enough shots here.’ Steve led her to a section of the crumbling low wall beside the path. They sat and stared out to sea.

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you,’ he said conversationally, ‘since you’ve got so interested in K’tut’s book, I did a bit of digging. Did you know there’s a recent book – well, from a few years back – that a professor from Melbourne Uni wrote about her?’

‘No. Really? What’s it about? Her contribution to Indonesian politics?’ Grace was instantly interested and appreciated the change of subject.

‘Not sure. I’ve ordered a copy. Though from the synopsis it sounds like he deconstructs her book. Analysing whether her account is all true or not.’

‘What? But there’re all sorts of stories in newspapers that I read online about her. It has to be true. I’ve been reading about how she smuggled arms to Bali for the Prince. In the chapter I’m up to, I think she’s about to get arrested.’

‘Oh, yes, there’s no question that she was some sort of heroine. It sounds like the issue is more how she told her story, but then an autobiography is that person’s reconstruction of their life, isn’t it? His book seems to go into a lot of detail. Apparently he knew her.’