The air-conditioning wasn’t working, and the car was parked in full sun at the top of a quiet suburban street. She started the engine and drove slowly, checking mail boxes. Number 18 Pukeora Place, the Epsom address she’d found in an electoral roll at the local post office, was a sizeable white v...
'You'll be fine, Dee,' I said. 'Just tell them exactly what I told you to say.' I watered the plants and fed the birds. The hot sun shone through the windows and the room was full of yellow light. The birds cheeped and fluttered. In the street below, a woman was pushing a child in a pushchair. Sh...