“I think I’ll go back to Sydney for a visit, Rain. I want to call New York. I’ve been in Sivu for six months. My friends could be dead for all I know.” Rain chuckled wearily at her morbidity, leaning across to pinch her nipple. She grasped his hand. “And I’m going to find out about these photographers,” she continued. “What their storyis. With any luck their travel to Sivu is raising eyebrows, and the Australian government will step in, limiting travels from the area.” “How do you know they’re from Australia?” Rain yawned, taking his hand back from its lock over her breast and stretching his arms over her head. “I’m assuming,” Annie admitted. “If they’re paps from New Caledonia, or Papua, getting some pennies from the Daily Mail, it will be harder to put a stop to it. The government will see their work as a much-needed economic import from the West.” Rain laughed.
