John Jackson opened the door and escorted Carl and Peter through the house to the kitchen to meet his parents, Mark and Helen.
‘You have my condolences,’ said Carl, shaking hands with Mark and Helen. 640 more words
Carl and Peter returned to the surf lifesavers’ clubhouse on the beachfront. Expecting the search to be finished, they were surprised to see a line of officers walking towards the clubhouse along the wet, firm sand that had been exposed by the retreating tide. 274 more words
Carl looked at the clock on the bedside cabinet and groaned. He’d collapsed into bed, exhausted, when he’d arrived home from Morton Sands but his slumber had been fitful, haunted by a collage of images of Melissa Keating playing over and over in his mind. 1,350 more words