The preceding accident that left Viviennes car on the centre traffic island and the abandoned Police motorcycle between the lanes meant many cars were sitting unattended, engines still running or the drivers having placed them into neutral as they looked around at what was happening. The car striking the end vehicle began a massive domino effect as cars concertinaed into each other. The motorcycle cop had just moved in front of one car, looking up in time to see firstly, Vivienne disappearing into the car park, and then turning his head as the cars began their long nose to tail crashing. He made his one fatal decision he stopped. Seconds later he was crushed by the bullbar of the small 4wd he stopped in front of, then impaled on the pushbike rack mounted on the tow ball of the car in front. Energy dissipated, the car with the pushbike rack only moved a couple of feet before gently kissing the bumper of the car in front of it. The impaled body of the cop dropped to a bloody mass on the road. His helmet had done its job and his face was unscathed, except for the silent scream of terror and pain permanently etched onto its features.
She didnt kill the cop, he whispered to Pete. Shes out there terrified thinking shes a cop killer, and she didnt do it, he added more to himself, with not a little relief. Weve got to find her soon.
Before Pete could answer, they both turned as the sound of knocking on a window drew their excited attention. The operator behind the glass mouthed something unintelligible. They recognised the gesture that there was a phone call the call from the only person that would come through the triple 0 operator for them. Barnes ran into the room and was handed a headset, the operator nodding at him.
Its her, he said unnecessarily. He pushed a button on the console and the sound of the ocean came through the headsets.
Mrs Curtis, are you there?
Yes. Who are you? I asked for a specific person, who are you?
This is Foster Barnes speaking Maam, Im a Special Agent of the FBI. Mrs Curtis, we need to meet, I need to talk to you.
You dont sound like an American, much. How do I know you really are this Foster Barnes guy?
Mrs Curtis, you didnt kill that Policeman
I know I didnt. I havent killed anyone. What I dont know is who you are you could be anybody pretending to be this Foster Barnes.
Mrs Curtis, how are you handling it, the heat I mean, the heat I know youre feeling inside, the heat that makes you feel invincible doesnt it? But Mrs Curtis, I want to, need to warn you, whatever you do, do not Mrs Curtis? Mrs Curtis, are you there? Vivienne? Damn it, shes gone. What the hell happened?
Pete was standing beside the operator who nodded at him.
She hung up boss.
Chapter Thirteen. Hidden Treasure
Vivienne recalled the words they still echoed around her head. how are you handling it, the heat I mean, the heat I know youre feeling inside, the heat that makes you feel invincible? There was no doubt in her mind that it had been Foster Barnes she had spoken to. But how did he know? How could he know what she felt? She still held the receiver in her hand, and replaced it slowly, noticing the false dawn and knowing she needed to find another hidey-hole for the day. She remembered the council van park further down the esplanade. She would find something there, somewhere cool and out of sight. She began to run, ignoring the looks of the pre-dawn risers walking the dog or the more enthusiastic surfers changing into wetsuits. One of them even wolf whistled at her as she sprinted past, dress caught up around her upper thighs and hair sailing in the breeze of her making.
She ran and ran, and only slowed as she neared the van park itself as she thought about where the entry gates were. To her amazement she found herself jumping the two-metre high chain mail fence and then and only then did she stop, from surprise. She glanced around quickly, recalling that van parks were notorious for early risers, but remembering this was a council park and there should be no permanents. It was not holiday season there wasnt a soul in sight. She located a small cabin with attached ensuite, the cabins on either side and opposite all looked unoccupied. The door opened easily after she softly knocked a few times, and she closed and applied the safety hook once inside. She sunk to the floor of the little cabin, a floor thankfully of linoleum over cool concrete, and heard those words again in her head.
how are you handling it, the heat I mean, the heat I know youre feeling inside, the heat that makes you feel invincible ?
How could he know? she whispered.
Chapter Fourteen. Closing In
What was all that about boss?
A stab in the dark Pete, just a stab in the dark.
I hope it wasnt a fatal one.
No, I think I may have surprised her is all, shocked her maybe. Did we get a trace?
Pete glanced again at the operator who responded.
Yes sir, she was at a public phone on the Esplanade at Surfers.
Do we want to go there boss?
Foster Barnes considered this for a moment. How far is it?
No more than seven or eight minutes tops at this time of morning.
No, shell be miles away by then. Can we have a map, a tourist type map not just a road map?
Yeah sure, any of the service stations should have one. Ill get the Constable to get us one.
Service station?
Yeah, roadhouse.
Oh, uhuh, yeah thatd be great no hurry.
You dont think we can catch up with her?
I dont think shes mobile, you know, she wouldnt be using public transport for fear of being recognised. She doesnt have her car anymore, and what, shes moved less than five or six miles in three days? And finally, her husband and her daughter are still only just up the road, close enough to run home to, turn to if she gets desperate enough. Shes scared, scared about whats happening to her and scared at whats happening around her and shes scared for her husband and baby. Thats the reason she ran, not because she got uppity with a neighbour.
What did you mean about the heat, what you said to her about that?
Youre persistent Pete! Like I said, just a stab in the dark well have to wait and see. When does this school chum of yours arrive? We need to ask him a really big favour.
Said he should be in by seven-thirty, about two hours from now.
We got a place to kip, beside the truck I mean?
Pete looked at Barnes with surprise. You actually want to sleep? Ive been waiting to see if you did or not. Unless you slept on the plane over, I aint seen you put your head down yet.
Not for me, for you. Go on, rustle up that map and find yourself a place to lie down for a while. Ill need you rested tonight understand?
Dont need to understand boss, if thats what you say thats fine by me. What you gonna do then?