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McDONALD
Fool’s Gold
Suddenly
One Summer
First published in 2018
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1945
The stars and the cold breeze were the only witnesses to
the death.
Perhaps a bird saw the woman throwing the rope over
the branch of the thick salmon gum, and maybe a dingo,
sniffing along a scent, stopped to watch the woman take
the steps to her final breath.
Paddy doubted it though.
It had been weeks since he’d seen a dingo and no doubt
even longer since one had passed this way through the
thick bush north of Barrabine. Water out here was scarce
and wild dogs, like all creatures, stayed within walking
distance of a watering point.
Scratching his head in distress, Paddy stood and watched
the body swing gently for a few more moments. He’d heard
about scenes like this over the years, but had never seen one
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Chapter 1
1997
‘We’re not staying here long, are we?’ Melinda asked, her
lips curled in disgust.
‘For as long as the department wants me to, I guess.
Maybe one or two years.’ Detective Dave Burrows pushed
open the gate of his new house and ignored the hissing
sound that came from Melinda as he said, ‘or two’.
He’d been told his new partner, Spencer, was going to
meet him at the house with the keys, but either they were
early or he was running late because there was no sign of
him. Maybe there was a key somewhere, so they could get
out of the incessant heat.
He ran his fingers along the doorframe. Nothing. He
lifted the frayed mat before moving on to the empty pot.
Nope, no key.
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when she first got here. Cried for days. They adjust after
a while. Come on, in you go.’ He patted Dave’s shoulder
and turned back to the dimness of the house.
Dave was pleased to see the house was certainly better
from the inside. It had the smell of new carpet and paint, and
even though the kitchen looked a little tired, it was clean.
Dave watched as Melinda ran her fingertips across the
benchtop, then looked at them to see how much dust they
had collected. She brushed her hands across her shorts and
moved off down the dark passageway. He could feel her
eyes everywhere, taking in her new home. What he couldn’t
see was her reaction.
Spencer continued to talk as if he hadn’t noticed
Melinda’s aloofness or the fact she’d walked out of the
room. ‘I’m sure you’ll feel much better once your furniture
gets here, Melinda. Should only be about an hour away.
I rang head office to check and they gave the driver a call
on the radio. Having familiar things around you always
makes a place feel like home. And I guess you’ve got some
nice photos of the wedding to hang on your wall. Pictures
always make a house seem homelier too. I know my wife
has covered almost every spot. Photos of the kids when
they were at school, holiday snaps, landscapes. You name
it, it’s up there.’ He gave a bit of a chuckle. ‘Bit of a mad
photographer, so she is.’
Dave frowned as Melinda didn’t answer. He hoped her
rudeness wasn’t as obvious to Spencer as it was to him.
Spencer slapped his knee. ‘Oh, hell, I forgot. I’ve got
bread, milk, coffee and butter in the car. I’d better grab
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the bag before the heat gets to them. And Kathy, that’s
my wife, she’s coming over to see you tomorrow, Melinda.
She’s more than happy to help you unpack and show you
around. Local knowledge is good to have when it comes to
Barra: where to shop, when the fresh fruit and veg trucks
come in, and all of that. Be back in a sec.’
The front door slammed, leaving Dave and Melinda alone.
Dave made his way to what he thought was the main
bedroom and stood in the doorway watching as Melinda
turned in circles looking at the room. He could see
the outline of a dark brown stain on the ceiling, under the
new paint, but the walls were a clean, vivid white. Briefly
he wondered how long they would stay like that with all
the dust around. He hadn’t been here ten minutes and the
red dust was already over his hands and shoes.
‘What do you think?’ he asked, then quickly wished he
hadn’t. Her thoughts probably weren’t going to be good ones.
Melinda remained quiet.
‘It’s comfortable,’ Dave said, hoping to get Melinda
talking. ‘And we don’t have to pay rent. We’re going to be
able to save a heap of money here, honey.’
She nodded and swallowed hard. Realising she was
indeed close to tears, Dave went to her and put his arms
around her.
‘It’s okay.’
Melinda rested her head against his chest and muttered
something.
‘What’s that?’ He leaned down to hear what she was
saying.
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