Mike Dixon

Noelene was worried that their employers might regard
them as disposable. Her fears were probably justified. Un-
fortunately, they were about to fly in.
He went back into the farmhouse and gathered up his few
belongings under Noelene‟s supervision. She was obsessed
by the possibility that he might leave something that would
betray his presence.
„You‟ll be alright with the old Dutchman.‟ She thrust a
plastic bag into David‟s hand. „I‟ve got these for him. Say
there‟s no need to pay. They are a present.‟
David placed the bag with his gear in the Volvo and clam-
bered in beside Daryl. The back of the truck was still stained
with the blood of the shark and the smell penetrated the
cab.
„I‟d get that scrubbed out if I were you,‟ he said sarcas-
tically. „Or your posh visitors might wonder what you‟ve
been using it for.‟
Daryl said nothing. Since the incident with the gun, he‟d
adopted a subservient attitude towards David – and David
was happy to leave it that way. He sat beside him in silence