Free Without Consent by Kathryn Fox Page B

from his neck. He sat up and scanned the floor.
    “Is this what you’re looking for?” The waitress bent down. In her palm was a large cross-shaped amulet and its chain.
    “Your friend—the one with the big blue eyes—is cute,” she whispered. “I know what they say about him, but he looks so gentle.”
    Beneath the amulet was a piece of paper with her phone number on it.
    Luke, Geoff and Nick left the pub under security escort. They sat in silence on the way back to the Willards’ home. Geoff’s mother didn’t say a word as they came in.
    Luke cornered Nick. “Can we have a quick word? Now you’re home safe, I’ve got to get going.”
    “No worries.” Nick led his friend into the hallway.
    Inside, Luke spoke quietly. “I know he’s your cousin, but you’ve got to watch him. That waitress thought he looked gentle after his chat-up Daisy Duke crap.”
    “He can’t help the way he looks. Nature had to make up for his brain, I reckon. Besides, some girls just have a thing for guys who’ve been in prison.”
    “Yeah, but he isn’t in jail any more. He’s out. And I reckon it’s only a matter of time before he hurts someone again.”
    From the lounge room, Geoff called out, “Come quick. Baywatch is coming on. It’s the bit where they run real slow.”
    Suddenly, they heard the crash of glass breaking. They rushed to see Lillian Willard lying on the floor, blood dripping from a gash on her head. A rock lay beside her. The window had been smashed from outside.
    “Turn off the lights,” Nick commanded, “and the television!”
    He knelt next to his aunt, who was breathing hard. “She needs a hospital.”
    Luke stood to the side of the window, flipped open his mobile phone and dialled emergency. “We need an ambulance. An elderly woman’s been knocked out by a rock thrown through the window…Of course it’s a fucking emergency! She’s just sort of lying there, not moving. Hang on…” He turned to Nick. “They want to know, does she have a pulse?”
    “Yeah, but it’s weak. And tell them to send police, too.”
    “Hello? Her pulse is weak and there’s trouble outside. We need the police. There’s a crowd outside and, oh shit, they’re fucking angry.”
    The crowd began to chant, “Get Willard out. Get Willard out.”
    Someone with a loudspeaker shouted, “Leave our neighborhood tonight. We don’t want sex offenders near our kids.”
     
     
     
    Geoff crawled to the back door. He wanted to protect Caesar.
    “Come here, boy.” He opened the screen door but the labrador pup didn’t move.
    “Quick boy, get inside,” he urged, but Caesar stayed asleep. Geoff clambered across to where the dog lay and put a hand on his back. That’s when he knew something was wrong. Caesar wasn’t breathing. Putting his ear to the dog’s chest, Geoff couldn’t hear or feel a thing, but he could smell the vomit. It was all around the dog.
    Beside him lay a stinking piece of meat. Caesar wasn’t sick. He’d been baited and poisoned.
    “NO! You bastards!” he screamed.
    Luke hurried to his side. “Oh Jesus,” he said, pulling Geoff inside the back door to the laundry.
    Geoff paced, his eyes welling with tears. He punched the inside wall, puncturing the plaster.
    “The police will be here any second,” Luke offered. “You’d better get out of here.”
    Geoff didn’t acknowledge his cousin’s friend. He was too angry. All he wanted to do was kill the bastard who did this. Fucking coward, picking on an innocent dog.
    He ground his thumb into his palm. What the fuck was happening?
    Everything was going wrong. His mum was lying inside bleeding, his dog was dead. And it was his fault. He had to get away.
    He took off out the back door, scaled the back fence, and ran. As fast as his legs would allow.

12
     
    Melanie Havelock couldn’t believe her luck. Landing an advertising job so quickly with the company she wanted to work for was a dream come true. She practically skipped home from the station,