CHAPTER A On a crisp November night, when this century was not yet five years old, fiendish cackles spat from a fire raging through a...

CHAPTER B I reached the tyre workshop, where crumpled food wrappers sprawled along the edge of the broken concrete footpath to either...

CHAPTER C A warm afternoon breeze lashed greasy food wrappers, swirling them around my ankles, as I arrived at the glass door entrance to the tyre workshop. I held the backpack in one hand and pushed the door with the other. I stepped through the doorway and wended my way, past coils of electrical wiring and men on ladders, towards the back of the building. I didn't see the pasty-faced slimeball. Instead, a woman greeted me as I drew close to the back wall. 'Hi! I'm June,' s

Chapter D 'So,' Anne said, as we sat together on a stone bench several yards away from the building, 'the museum is no more and the lower floor is now derelict.' 'Apart from the section which male nurses use as a brothel,' I replied. 'Apart from the section male nurses use as a brothel,' Anne whispered and shook her head. Anne continued, her voice gaining strength. 'When I trained and worked as a General Nurse in public hospitals, this never happened.' 'Sure, as female nurs

CHAPTER E 'So, the bitches have buggered off? And you reckon you gave nothing away, eh? Am I right?' The man's menacing eyes raked the...

Chapter F                             'Stuff happened at the farmhouse last night, crazy, nasty stuff,' Rebekah exclaimed as she walked...

CHAPTER G Though dealing with Clare's incarceration in the asylum was straightforward, dealing with her brother Bill was something else....

CHAPTER H One over-time afternoon shift, about a week after my talk with Belinda, I walked into Banksia's Staff Room to make myself a cup...

CHAPTER I A glowing cigarette marked the stealthy movements of two figures as they emerged from the shadows of a spreading Moreton Bay...

CHAPTER J 'Here's my uncle!' Anne exclaimed one afternoon in our house on Wentworth Avenue, Vaucluse a couple of weeks after we left the...

CHAPTER K As I had read Clare's journals and had noticed Mike in action at the asylum where I worked, I had no hesitation in confirming...