Chapter 23

“Yeah, great.” Martin yawned again. “What time is it?”

“Just after eleven.”

“Is that AM or PM?”

Matt laughed. “AM. But I know what you’re going through. You’ll be jetlagged for a couple of days yet.”

They entered a lift with a few other people, the doors closed, Martin got a sense of them moving upward, then they stopped and the doors opened. He was about to nudge Colin, when Matt told him they were only on the third floor.

* * * *

“This is us,” Matt told Colin as they drew close to a dusty, grey pick-up truck. “We can stick your stuff in the bed, should be all right.”

“Bed?” Martin asked through another yawn. “Sounds like a great idea.”

Matt chuckled. “Bed of the ute.” Matt lifted Martin’s case into the back of the truck before reaching for Colin’s. “Sorry, but it’ll be a bit of a squeeze up front. Nance needed the car.”

Colin remembered Nancy… Nance—everyone seemed to shorten their names down under—was his uncle’s housekeeper and Bruce’s mother.