Chapter 28The blasts of thunders deafened the night as rhythmically as the drums of hell. Talya knew it was no promise of anything good. Once the rain started pelting down, she and Samuel huddled in their cabin and waited for the storm to pass. Their vessel bobbed up and down and from side to side for hours. If either of them had been sensitive to sea-sickness, they would have had a jolly old time keeping their dinner down. The good thing about such a storm is that no one ventures at sea until the calm returns.
Lypsick had landed an hour or so before the first lightning struck the rod on the control tower of the Bundaberg airport. He went first in search of a cab—there was none. He waited in the arrivals’ lounge for about an hour before he went to one of the airlines’ desks and asked if
