Now nearing sundown, he and Rommy decided it was time to head back home. Fucking Greg Thomas. How many times had that screwed up little bastard conned someone into his sick little web. And Marlie should know better by now. He jumped back in the ute. Rommy sat up in the passenger seat and they headed back. Clancy had looked funny, as though stricken when he’d come to tell her what Marlie had reported. What was that about? He’d never believed a word about anything Greg Thomas was up to, didn’t expect anyone else to be bothered by him either. He’d thought better of going to her when she was protesting the accusation. No point muddying the waters. Better to let everything calm down. Tomorrow would look better for everyone and things would settle down. The Greg Thomas factor would have lost its heat. There’d be nothing to worry about. He parked at the house and went inside, Rommy following.
