41 – The accident
42 – The fog was clearing
43 – Dead batteries
44 – Getting to know Gramps
45 – Recordings and sketches
46 – Back into the rat race
47 – Reunited
48 – Love (and gas) is in the air
49 – We meet again
50 – Snooping
51 – A safe house
52 – Blood red wine
Part Three – Names and whispers
53 – Cars and buses
54 – Hi from the seventies man
55 – Paintings and notes
56 – A civilian and military investigation
57 – Anybody home?
58 – Coloured cars
59 – Who can be trusted?
60 – All aboard except one
61 – A peaceful and reflective train ride
62 – The Mackenzie connection
63 – The analysis
64 – A storm in a brain
65 – The Coroner’s report
66 – To be hospitable or not
67 – A jog and a jolt in the country
68 – Welcome back
69 – Cheers to King Anthony
70 – Little red riding hood
71 – A proposition
72 – Whispers and thoughts
73 – Earthly things
74 – Things are not as they seem
75 – Surrender
76 – Surprise, surprise
About The Unseen Series
Acknowledgements
About the Author
The mind listens.
Self Talk refers to the ongoing internal conversation with ourselves, which influences how we feel and behave. (Self Talk. (n.d.). In 'Alleydog.com's online glossary'. Retrieved from: http://www.alleydog.com/glossary/definition-cit.php?term=Self Talk)
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. (Philippians 4:8)
.
Part One – Protect the girl
1 – Long way from home
Melbourne International Airport, winter
AVA PERDU ALWAYS BELIEVED the voice she heard in her head was her own. She listened and acted.
There’d been plenty of chatter in her head during her twenty-three hours of travel to this far-off land. They’d sent her to obtain something, and if she understood things correctly, once obtained the trip home would be quicker. “Rapide comme l'éclair,” she whispered to herself. Lightning quick. But that would be some time away.
She had one arm resting on her daughter’s shoulder and the other tucked through the arm of her husband. She watched the customs officer flicking through the paperwork and waited. This was always the tricky part.
