45. The Devil’s Plan

The moonlight only shows the dim outlines of the little log house surrounded by giant blue gums. A smartphone yells and winks in the darkness of the bedroom and Joss put out his muscled, tattooed arm and eventually gets hold of it. He blinks his eyes and tries to see what the time is and who is phoning. He groans dismayed when he sees it is two-o’-clock Monday morning and he doesn’t sound impressed at all when he answers in his hoarse, rough voice.

“Are you serious? You’d better have a damn good excuse to wake me up at this time of night.”

“I told you I had a very bad feeling about this guy Hunter and I was correct! Tony saved his life on many occasions during the bush war and now he feels he owes them. Last night he arrived out of the blue on the farm for a late supper Chloe had arranged, and you won’t believe what he was jabbering about! I tell you, we have problems!”