‘What do you mean?’ I asked cautiously. ‘No, don’t answer that. I have an open mind, all right? Now just tell me what it is you have to say.’
Frankie checked the rear vision mirror and peered through the windows, looking for any hazards, or maybe for crows. It was quiet here on Anzac Street. I thought that perhaps everyone was over at the hospital, or stuck at the scene where the bus had run into those people. I could still hear sirens, but the sound was growing fainter as we drove away. A helicopter passed over us, heading back toward the city.
Frankie slowed briefly as we drove past a primary school—it was still early enough for speed restrictions—and then sped up after we turned right at the T intersection of Anzac Street and Boundary Road. This was the way up to the hills; I knew fro
