The journey from one end of the island to the other, a total of 500 kilometres and a six-hour drive, wasn’t particularly daunting to Estelle. Like her dad had done before her, she’d taken time to map out the entirety of the trip with several possible stops of interest that although required detours of several hours and miles, were areas she was looking forward to exploring.


Judge Morrison sat slumped in his comfortable old chair before the fire. It was the first time in his life he could honestly say he didn’t know which way a case would go. And this one mattered. His niece was charged with the attempted murder of her ex. He knew without a doubt she couldn’t wouldn’t have done such a thing. What’s more, when Michael woke, he’d say the same thing.

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