Mike Dixon

CHAPTER 34
Late night call
I t was the middle of the night in Australia and late afternoon
in England. David crept down to the phone beside
the bar and dialed Sue Lynne‟s number. Within seconds
he heard her voice.
„Sue Lynne. It‟s me.‟
„Oh! My God!‟ She sounded flustered. „I thought I‟d never
hear from you again.‟
„I‟m safe, Sue Lynne.‟
„David! We‟ve heard such awful things. It‟s all my fault. I
don‟t know what to say.‟
„Tim‟s dead.‟
„It‟s in the newspapers here in New York, David.‟ She
sounded on the edge of tears. „They say you killed a policeman.‟
„They were trying to kill us, Sue Lynne.‟
„Where are you now?‟
„At a hotel about three hours north of Cooktown. It‟s
called the Wombat‟s Den. I‟m doing odd jobs for my keep.‟
„Do you think you‟re safe?‟
„Yes. This place is so remote only the locals know it‟s
here.‟
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