face into a chipped expression I canât make out, and because he stays silent, I go on.
âWe searched everywhere, went through all the shafts twice, three times, kept thinking weâd missed something. No one leaves this town without being seen. There is only one way out by road, and his car was still here. Weâd had no planes, no one driving in or out.â
âWhat did the police say?â
âThey wrote a missing personâs report. We thought heâd turn up. It wasnât like he was dead.â
âDid he take clothes? Food?â Mike is growing agitated; his neck is a patchwork of reds. âWhat about friends, relatives?â
âNothing. He wasnât married.â
âYouâre not married. Would you just up and leave without telling anyone?â
âLook, Mike, I donât know. Itâs a different world out here. People get crazy. Maybe he just couldnât hack it and skidaddled. Havenât you ever wanted to disappear?â
Mike stares at me for what feels like a long time, and then he says: âWeâre at least a hundred miles from anywhere. Anyone who tried to leave on foot would die of heat exhaustion if nothing else got them first. People donât just disappear.â
âI would have told you eventually. You had enough on your plate. Anyway, we know Georgie fell down a shaft. Letâs not mix things up.â
âWhy havenât we found her?â He steps forward and grabs the back of the nearest chair. âSheâs not the kind of child to go racing through underground tunnels. Moni said her leg was hurt. She couldnât have gone that far. Weâve looked within at least a five-mile radius. Where the hell is she?â
I take a steady breath before I say: âTedâs not the only one.â
By the blankness on Mikeâs face, he seems not to have understood. So I explain. âLast year a woman went missing: Shena Walker. Last February. Everyone knew her husband was knocking her about. Sheâd probably had enough. Only we couldnât figure out how sheâd left. Unless sheâd hitched a ride with the food truck or the mail plane. I checked both. Denis â you know Denis, our pilot from Wattle Creek â he was in Sydney at the time, so there was no other way out. She didnât take the car, obviously.â Mike puts his hand over his mouth and lets it slide down his chin, and then he brings his fingers back up to his lips. I canât tell if he is mad or just undone. âWe thought sheâd turn upâ¦.â
I go on to tell him everything. Well, nearly everything. I leave out the fact that Shena Walker used to clean this house, once a week, on a Friday. She went missing on a Friday. I must have known before anyone else. When she didnât turn up for work, I called down to her house. Sheâd left the radio on. I knew something was wrong. She wasnât just my cleaning lady; we fooled around â nothing serious, not like Caroline.
I wasnât surprised when her husband arrived the next day. I told him sheâd been to clean the house and left at four oâclock as usual. Donât ask me why I lied. Once Iâd said it, there was no going back. I didnât want another mystery on my hands, so I carried on as if everything was normal. I kept leaving her envelopes underneath the counter in the shop each Friday, hoping sheâd turn up. When her husband left, two weeks later, I gave him all the money. Within a month the bank had repossessed the house.
Mike is shouting. âDo you think weâd have let the girls roam around like that if weâd have known? Georgieâs four. What chance has she got?â
âCalm down.â
âCalm down?â
I understand why heâs angry, of course I do, but Mike has never been able to see the bigger picture; he always gets twisted up in some detail.
âI wanted to tell you when I was over last year, but