CHAPTER A The day started as most did, with a cup of coffee. But nothing else was usual about that day. Nor that I did not drink the...

CHAPTER B I hugged the backpack close to my chest and, startled by its assault on my senses, stared, goggle-eyed, at the bright,...

CHAPTER C A warm afternoon breeze lashed greasy food wrappers, swirling them around my ankles, as I approached the puke yellow door frame....

Chapter D A shadow slipped through the rustling, moon-light dappled leaves of a Moreton Bay Fig Tree. The shadow ceased moving as a...

CHAPTER E 'So, the bitches have buggered off? And you reckon you gave nothing away, eh? Am I right?' The man's menacing eyes raked the...

Chapter F Rebekah called out, 'stuff happened at the farmhouse last night, crazy, nasty stuff.' Her shoes clacked across square shiny...

CHAPTER G A couple of days after Jane's outburst during our lunch of fish and chips, Anne, sleepy eyed, called out, 'I had a couple of...

CHAPTER H The stench of cigarette smoke drifted over a secluded garden on the western side of Banksia late one afternoon. A place only...

CHAPTER I 'Here's my uncle!' Anne exclaimed one afternoon in our house on Wentworth Avenue a couple of weeks after we left the farmhouse...

CHAPTER J 'So, Chris, what's with this Pommy new chum?' Adrian Bryce asked as he folded his arms across his chest and leant back against...