“He didn’t sign his indemnity form, did he?” Trust Derren to be the first to speak up. All That Remains My brother Matt didn’t have much to say to me when he dropped me off at the house in Union Street. Matt hadn’t had much to say me since he’d picked me up at the clinic. He hadn’t even bothered with the radio, and I’d spent most of the trip with my forehead pressed to the glass, lost in thought. We had arrived at our destination, in Hout Bay, outside a three-storey house that didn’t have a number. Narrow windows gaped from walls desperately in need of a fresh lick of paint. Jacarandas filled the garden, their limbs still skeletal and grasping at the miserable sky. The keurboom created a dense thicket at the lower end of the property, but the garden was green. Tacoma and plumb