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  ‘Inspector…?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I need my hay fever pills,’ she added. ‘Rob will know. The strong night ones.’

  ‘I didn’t say anything about no…’ Len started, but Shanni sneezed again. She gave him an apologetic smile.

  ‘Please?’ she said nicely, and he grimaced.

  ‘Okay,’ he snapped. ‘And tell him I want a helicopter.’

  ‘That might be harder than pancakes and hay fever pills,’ Shanni said mildly, and Len swore and grabbed the phone.

  ‘I want a helicopter,’ he told the policeman. ‘To get me away from here.’

  ‘You’ll leave the hostages behind?’ The inspector’s voice was carrying and Shanni could hear every word.

  ‘They’ll come with me. I’ll dump them where I’m going.’

  ‘It’ll take time to organise,’ the policeman said urgently. ‘Maybe all day. There’s been a storm north of here and emergency services are stretched.’

  ‘A helicopter by tonight or someone gets it.’

  ‘I’ll try.’

  ‘And get them pancakes.’ Len crashed the phone back on the cradle and went back to staring out the window. While Nick watched Shanni. Who’d forgotten to sneeze…

  ‘Are we having pancakes?’ Harry asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and Nick nodded and gave him an impulsive hug. When really he wanted to hug Shanni.

  ‘Thanks to your clever kindergarten teacher we might well be having pancakes.’ Then, as Shanni sat down beside them again, Nick lowered his voice so only she could hear and said, ‘And hay fever tablets to boot. How about that? If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, Shanni McDonald, that could make us all feel very much better!’

  The pancakes arrived and were delicious, though for the life of him Nick couldn’t urge Harry from his knee. Shanni fed him his pancakes in pieces like a little bird, and every time Nick tried to put him aside the child forgot about food and turned and clung.

  Nick found it claustrophobic-and Shanni’s delighted smile made it worse.

  ‘I don’t like children,’ Nick said through gritted teeth, and she chuckled.

  ‘Yeah, right. I can see that. But you don’t have to like children. Just Harry.’

  And Len? Len ate his pancakes as if he hadn’t seen food for a week. Shanni had opened the door and pulled the tray inside and Len had fallen on it as if all his Christmases had come at once. Luckily whoever had organised it had decided to provide enough to feed the teeming masses; otherwise there’d have been none for anyone else.

  ‘That was wonderful,’ Shanni said after her third pancake. She sneezed as she carried the litter back to the bench and fetched the mugs of hot chocolate. ‘And what’s coming is better still.’ She twisted the cap off the bottle of hay fever pills. ‘My pills! Sorry guys. Now I can stop sneezing.’

  She carried mugs of hot chocolate over to Nick and Harry, and then to Len at his watching post by the window.

  ‘Thank you for letting us eat,’ she said softly, smiling down at him. ‘It was kind.’

  ‘Yeah…all right.’ He looked longingly at the chocolate. It was thick and creamy with a melting marshmallow floating on top, but the sight disturbed him. ‘We shoulda got coffee. Coffee’d keep us awake.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ She sounded so contrite it was pathetic. ‘If you don’t want this, I’m sure Harry would like two mugs.’

  ‘I’ll drink it,’ he snapped. ‘Go away.’

  ‘Hot chocolate.’ Nick looked thoughtful as he sipped. ‘Now, why didn’t you order coffee, Shanni McDonald?’

  ‘We have coffee here for Marg and I to use.’

  ‘Instant.’ His tone said what he thought of that.

  ‘This isn’t metropolitan Melbourne,’ she snapped. ‘You’ve come a long way from cappuccino society here.’

  ‘I understand that.’ He grimaced. He certainly had. ‘But I’d assume your fast-food chain provides decent coffee. Not as sweet, of course. Or maybe…’ He cast a glance at Len, who’d drained his chocolate and was back staring intently out of the window. ‘Maybe not as disguising?’

  ‘Just drink your chocolate and shut up,’ Shanni snapped.

  ‘And wait and see?’

  ‘And wait and see.’

  ‘Your sneeze seems to have stopped. Those pills must be very effective.’

  ‘I do hope so,’ she said simply-and waited.

  They waited an hour.

  Len was rocking on his stool by the window. The curtains were still drawn and Shanni hadn’t turned on the light.

  ‘It’s cosier in the almost dark,’ she said, and lay on her back and told Harry the story of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

  Still within the safety of Nick’s arms, Harry listened and Shanni thought it was the first time she’d ever known Harry to listen at all.

  She held her breath and waited.

  And it wasn’t just the pills she was waiting on…

  It was strange, Nick decided. Surrealistic. For Nick, accustomed to living life at full speed, to be forced to lie and hold a child and listen to the exploits of a make-believe caterpillar… He’d never done such a thing in his life.

  The whole world held its breath.

  Over at the window, Shanni could sense Len was listening too. And waiting. She made her voice calm and warm and even and when Harry dropped off to sleep again she wasn’t surprised.

  What did surprise her was Nick. Gently he disengaged Harry’s clutching fingers, let the little one slip sideways onto the pillows and then, with a questioning look at Shanni-a ‘help-me-with-this’ look-he rose and crossed steadily to Len at the window. Shanni watched him every step of the way, her hand coming down to cradle Harry so he wouldn’t notice Nick’s absence.

  ‘Len?’ Nick said softly.

  His head jerked up. He was so close to sleep… ‘Yes?’

  ‘You’re cold, boy.’ He pushed the reading chair forward-the only comfortable chair in the kindergarten. It was padded, with a high back, and he tossed a couple of cushions on for good measure. ‘It might take hours for the helicopter to arrive. If you’re not comfortable your muscles might cramp up and you’ll fall off your stool. Use this one.’ He pushed the chair against the window. Then, as Len hesitated, he threw a couple of blankets on top.

  ‘Make yourself comfortable,’ he suggested.

  ‘Why are you doing this?’ Len’s face was all suspicion.

  ‘If you fall off the stool, chances are that gun will go off,’ Nick said bluntly. ‘Then you’ll have every cop in the country storming in. Neither of us wants that.’ And then he grinned. ‘And you let us have pancakes.’

  His smile was beguiling-even Shanni was beguiled, for heaven’s sake, and this man was a lawyer!-and it worked a treat. Len didn’t answer-he glared-but he grudgingly moved from his hard stool to the comfortable chair. And when Nick offered blankets, he threw them over his knees and almost managed a smile of thanks.

  ‘It’ll get better,’ Nick said, and Shanni practically gaped in astonishment at the sympathy in his voice. ‘This isn’t the end of the world, you know.’

  ‘What would you know about it?’ Defiance-but also fear.

  ‘I know you haven’t killed anyone. I know you’re young and young offenders don’t go to jail. They go to remand homes where, if they want, they can learn a trade. I know there’s a heart under that tough exterior…’

  ‘I can’t…’

  ‘And you love cars,’ Nick said softly. ‘I can see that.’ He motioned out of the window to where the smashed grey Mercedes lay between them and the police. ‘If you have to steal cars, at least you steal cars with class. It’s taken a darn sight more skill to steal this baby than a cheaper job.’

  His dark eyes twinkled down at Len and it wasn’t just Len who was mesmerised. Shanni was speechless. This was a whole new facet to the man. Up until now she hadn’t been able to see past the smooth exterior, but now…there was a human being in there somewhere. ‘If you’re willing to learn about mechanics while yo
u’re in remand school, I’d bet there’d be luxury car dealers who’d be prepared to take you on,’ he said.

  ‘Yeah? Like who?’

  ‘Like my uncle,’ Shanni interjected, smiling up at Nick as if he was talking absolute sense. ‘He runs a dealership. I know one of his lads has a police record, but my uncle doesn’t care-as long as he keeps straight now and knows how to fix his engines.’

  ‘He wouldn’t employ me.’

  ‘You’d have to do your time first,’ Shanni said thoughtfully. ‘But if you put your time in the remand home to good use…’

  ‘I ain’t going to remand school.’

  ‘Hey, Len, just think about it,’ Nick urged gently. ‘While we sleep.’

  ‘Another story, I think,’ Nick said as he returned to his mat. Shanni’s eyes were wide with appreciation.

  As were Nick’s. This woman was extraordinary. As he’d made Len warm and comfortable and soothed his terror, she’d given Len what he most needed-hope. Len was dead tired, and, if Nick’s guess was right, he was full of sleeping pills. Now all they had to do was set the mood-and Shanni was right onto that.

  ‘How about if I read Goodnight, Goodnight?’ she suggested.

  ‘Harry’s asleep already,’ Nick said reluctantly. He’d lifted Harry into his arms again, unthinking, as if it was an instinctive movement. It was starting to feel as if the child belonged there.

  ‘He might wake up if I don’t keep reading,’ Shanni said softly. ‘If I keep my reading going I’ll soothe him into sleeping for ever.’

  Or who else might she soothe into sleep?

  It was so…seductive.

  Shanni had turned on the heater and the room was warm-almost over-warm. The huge breakfast had made Nick feel so sated he almost needed sleep again himself, even though it was only two hours since he’d woken. The child in his arms slept on and on, catching up on missed time.

  Shanni’s voice was low and sweet and melodic-soothing him toward rest.

  If Nick hadn’t been watching Len…

  But he was. He was watching Len like a hawk. The gun was slowly slipping. It must be so heavy.

  Please let those outside not use the loud hailer or try to contact him again, Nick thought, but if Shanni’s brother had twigged as to why she wanted the hay fever tablets then they wouldn’t be so stupid.

  They weren’t.

  Shanni read and Nick watched Len-and Nick watched Shanni. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast, and he listened to the soft lilting of her voice. If I was three years old this is where I’d like to go to kindergarten, he thought dazedly, and had to shake himself. No one had ever read him stories. Not ever!

  For heaven’s sake, he was thirty-two years old. This was stupid. He was feeling like this just because it was a novelty. A situation like this…

  A woman like Shanni…

  He’d never met anyone like her.

  And finally her voice fell away to nothing.

  And she’d succeeded.

  ‘He’s asleep,’ she said softly. At the window, Len’s face had fallen forward so his chin was resting on his chest. His gun had fallen to one side in the chair and his hands were lifeless. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm.

  ‘Len?’ Shanni asked softly.

  ‘Leave him be for a bit,’ Nick said. ‘We’ve worked on this. Let’s not spoil it by hurrying.’

  ‘We’ve worked on this?’

  He grinned at that, tension easing. ‘Okay, smartyboots. You’ve worked on it. How many tablets did you give him?’

  ‘Four at twenty-five milligrams.’

  ‘Enough to stop the worst sneezing.’

  ‘Even mine,’ she said virtuously. She wrinkled her nose and her eyes danced. ‘See? Not even a sniffle.’

  ‘Miraculous. How many did you take?’

  ‘Hmm. Somewhere between zero and none. I can’t quite remember.’

  He smiled and they waited on, both knowing that once Len was deeply asleep they had nothing to fear. Ten minutes. Fifteen. It was strangely intimate: sitting in a pile of bedding holding the child in his arms with Shanni watching over them.

  ‘He has such huge problems,’ she said out of the blue.

  ‘Who?’ Were they talking about Len?

  They weren’t. ‘Harry, of course.’ She sighed, placing a hand on Harry’s mop of fair curls. ‘I’m so worried about him. They’re threatening to put him into a home for psychologically disturbed children.’

  ‘Is he?’

  ‘Psychologically disturbed?’ She shrugged. ‘Maybe. Wouldn’t you be if your dad was dead and your mother and stepfather hated you?’ And then she frowned at the look on Nick’s face. ‘Why? What have I said?’

  ‘Nothing.’ He somehow put aside shadows of past hurt and shook his head. ‘This has nothing to do with me. Or you, either, as far as I can see. He’s just one of your students, isn’t he? What do you get from taking the worries of the world onto your shoulders?’

  ‘Meaning you think I’m stupid for trying?’

  ‘Maybe.’ He shrugged.

  She gave him a long, measuring look. ‘No. You don’t mean that. For a lawyer, I thought you were pretty good to Len just then.’

  ‘I’m a magistrate. I have to learn niceties.’

  ‘Legal niceties. Not human niceties. But…you were nice just now. It wasn’t all an act.’

  How did she know that? She didn’t!

  ‘So how about you, then?’ he demanded, changing tack. Talking about him made him feel like running a mile. ‘Surely your family-your uncle with the car dealership-wouldn’t seriously think about employing such a kid?’

  ‘There’s no hope for him if someone doesn’t,’ she said sadly. ‘So maybe it’s just as well there are people like my family in the world. People who care.’

  ‘People who’ll get walked all over.’

  ‘Says you.’ She shrugged. ‘The nice magistrate who tries so hard not to be. Nice, I mean.’ And then she smiled, letting him off the hook where he was beginning to squirm. ‘Anyway, maybe…’ She cast a long look across at Len-and another at Harry. ‘While we have both our children sound asleep, I think it’s time we got ourselves out of here, don’t you?’

  ‘I couldn’t agree more. I’ll get the gun.’

  It was time to leave. But there was a part of him-a part which he didn’t understand in the least-that didn’t want to leave at all.

  There was no choice. Move…

  But when he went to hand over Harry, the child’s arms tightened like a vice, and if Nick had tried to disengage him he would have woken and sobbed.

  So when the kindergarten door opened and Shanni, Nick and Harry emerged, to the huge relief of the waiting constabulary, it was the new town magistrate who was holding the baby, and it was the kindergarten teacher who was holding the gun.

  CHAPTER THREE

  AND after that it was over-sort of. Police officers surged into the building and emerged with one dazed sixteen-year-old who looked half asleep and as if he didn’t know what was happening.

  ‘Please look after him,’ Shanni said softly as he emerged, handcuffed and secured. ‘He’s just a scared kid.’

  But the police were taking no chances. He was taken away, sirens screaming, while Nick and Shanni blinked in the unaccustomed daylight and Harry stirred in Nick’s arms and started to sob.

  A woman-in her late twenties, dishevelled and fearful-emerged from the crowd and tried to take him from Nick’s arms. ‘Harry. Oh, baby, we’ve been so worried. Come to Wendy.’

  This, then, must be the woman in charge of Harry’s home within the orphanage, but Harry was unimpressed. He clung desperately to Nick, and as she tried to take him he screamed.

  But Nick had had enough. There was nothing more he could do. He unfastened the desperate fingers and placed the weeping bundle of baby into the woman’s outstretched arms.

  ‘He’s all yours.’

  ‘No! I want to stay. I want to stay with my Nick.’ Harry was screaming with desp
eration, and Shanni reached forward to hug him.

  ‘Harry, don’t worry. Nick’s staying here for two years. Maybe we can visit…’

  He had no intention of travelling down that road. No way!

  ‘We can visit you, Nick?’ Shanni asked, and something snapped.

  ‘I don’t think so.’

  ‘Why ever not?’ She sounded astounded.

  This was blackmail, he thought desperately. He had to get out of here-fast! And it was kinder to be blunt.

  ‘See that mountain up there?’ He’d had more than he needed of this emotional heart-pull. What a way to start a new life! ‘Harry, look at the mountain,’ he told him. He raised his voice. ‘Now!’

  He could still get through to him. Harry stopped sobbing for long enough to stare up to where Mount Borrowah towered over the town.

  ‘That’s where I live,’ Nick said flatly-definitely. ‘I’m sorry, mate, but visiting me’s impossible.’ He softened then, just a little. ‘But it was great to meet you. You be good for Wendy, now.’

  And he turned away before he could see the child’s face crumple into despair.

  Then followed the police debriefing. Hours of it, with question after question. What had happened? What threats had been made? Nick and Shanni were interviewed together and separately, and by the time they were finished Nick conceded that the local police force knew their stuff. They’d get a solid conviction.

  It was a major crime, he thought ruefully. Damn. There’d now been one major crime in Bay Beach but he couldn’t be involved as magistrate because he was a witness. The committal proceedings would be heard somewhere else.

  Which left him still with fishing licences and farm disputes to look forward to. Terrific!

  Finally, with interviews complete and after knocking back offers of counselling and psychological help, he emerged to find the police inspector waiting to greet him in his new capacity as magistrate.