Blood Guilt by Lindy Cameron

Author:Lindy Cameron [Cameron, Lindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781932859126
Google: dI47HAAACAAJ
Amazon: B00C9RRDHU
Goodreads: 19163653
Publisher: Clan Destine Press
Published: 2014-11-11T03:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

'This is a charming neighbourhood,' Quinn said.

'Perhaps we should call the government's Noxious Weeds Department and report the weird vegetation in these parts,' Kit said.

'No, no. The Royal Botanic Gardens should know about this. We've probably discovered a new sub-species or genus or something. We might get to name it.'

'Sure, Australis rustycarus,' Kit suggested.

'Or Holdenbotanicus,' Quinn laughed, as she slowed the jeep to a crawl. When Geoffrey's Bentley and the truck had taken a turn down a side street towards the river Kit had told Quinn to keep going so they could circle the next block and approach Dalkeith's riverfront property from the other direction to avoid being spotted. They were cruising a narrow street with houses on the right-hand side and landscaped parkland running down to the river on their left.

'This is spooky,' Kit said. 'It's almost like the residents around here have to conform to some kind of warped zoning regulations for front gardens. Every second house is growing car wrecks and mutant dandelions, and the ones in between have manicured lawns and a line of rose bushes up against their front fences.'

'Do-de-do-do, do-de-do-do,' Quinn sang. 'We are now entering the Twilight Zone.'

'Good heavens. I'd have thought that was well before your time Ms Too-young-to-be-a-tycoon.'

'The best TV shows always come back,' Quinn said. 'Or get made into blockbuster movies.'

'Please tell me you're a Trekker too,' Kit said.

'Next Generation, absolutely! I'd have given my Toorak mansion to spend time on a holodeck with Captain Picard or Tasha Yar.'

'I'd rather jump to warp speed with Ensign Ro or Dr Crusher myself,' Kit said. 'Whoa, pull over,' she added, as the park on their right stopped abruptly at the shiny fence that marked the boundary of the land that Ian Dalkeith had such big plans for. It looked even more like a prime location for a movie set in a nuclear-devastated future than it had the first time Kit had seen it.

The wind, which had a clear passage through the desolate paddock, was lifting scraps of rubbish in a frenzied dance amongst the derelict machinery while a length of metal cable, whipping furiously like a cut snake, was clanging against a rusty crane carcass.

'It looks like a rubbish tip,' Quinn said.

'I think it's actually where obsolete machines come to die,' Kit said. 'Oh, but I do love it when another mystery bites the dust,' she added.

'What?'

'That nice sign wasn't up the last time I was here,' Kit replied pointing at the gate.

'Freyling Imports Storage Company,' Quinn read. 'So?'

'The other rendezvous in your mother's note, remember? It was 11 pm on Wednesday at 'FISC'. Now we know the when and the where, all I have to do is be here to find out the what and the why.'

'What about the what and why of this afternoon though?' Quinn asked.

'Well, we can't get any closer than this,' Kit said, clicking off a few shots despite the fact that there wasn't a lot of activity to shoot. Geoffrey and his car had disappeared

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