Sand on the Gumshoe: a century of Australian crime writing

don’t want you to make a rush decision. I’ll give you until you’ve changed.’ She went out of the room.

I drank my drink and her drink while I waited.

‘Rex!’ Her voice was soft and husky.

I looked around but I couldn’t see her. ‘Where are you?’ I called.

‘Right here,’ she said. I saw an arm waving from behind the door. I wondered what sort of an answer that was!

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