To the west, a series of abrupt, flat-topped hills cut into the horizon, iron-hard and about a billion years old. This morning they were deep blue against the horizon. Between the hills and the road and from the road eastward lay a broad scrubby plain of saltbush and mallee, the trunks of the mal...
‘I probably won’t come into the office this afternoon,’ I said to Tasso. ‘That’s alright. Good luck.’ Chris answered the door. ‘She’s quite a bit better,’ she said. I found Melody in a small living area at the back of the hou...
