Chapter 28
Falk was unfortunately unable to join the Raco family brunch, owing to an urgent work conference call.
He had to raise his voice over the cacophony in the kitchen simply to deliver the excuse, and Rita caught his eye over the top of two bawling, red-faced girls.
She inclined her head in surreptitious approval.
Save yourself, she mouthed without dropping her rigor-mortis smile.
Raco, wrestling one kid after another outside and into various car seats, raised a hand without even looking over. “Yep, no worries.”
Falk watched Raco for a minute, his expression unusually flat and distant. It was hard to tell amid the chaos, but Rita was right, he thought. Raco was preoccupied by something, and it wasn’t just the kids. Falk scooped up a dropped sun hat from the ground and followed him out to the car.
“Great. Thanks.” Raco plonked the hat on the nearest bare head as he tried to force the seat buckle to click into place. “This bloody thing never—there. Got it.”
“Now’s clearly not the time,” Falk said as Raco emerged, sweating lightly. They both glanced at the kids securely strapped in. “But should we talk later? You thinking something?”
Raco hesitated, then sighed through his nose. He turned so he was facing away from the children. “Not really. Just the usual Kim stuff. I keep coming back to a few bits and pieces, none of it new, though.”
“No?”
“No. I wish there was. Anything to help shake things loose, you know?” Raco glanced back into the car as a high-pitched shriek was followed by a chorus of giggles.
“Yeah.” Falk felt the same low frustration, like there was an odd and unexpected blind spot in his peripheral vision. They both turned at the sound of another shriek, this time followed by crying rather than laughter.
“Anyway. Better keep moving.” Raco’s mouth lifted at the corners. “And, hey, don’t let them work you too hard on that sudden conference call of yours, mate, will you?”
Falk grinned. “I’ll try my best. Enjoy brunch.”
“Yep. I will also try. Catch you later.”
Falk waited until they were gone and the vineyard was quiet again before he put on his running gear.
He set off down the driveway, taking the same route as before, moving along the back roads in the morning sun.
He heard the faint familiar sound of the footy bouncing against the ground as the park came into view and he slowed to a walk, then stopped.
He debated silently for a minute, then this time headed across the grass and playground to the oval itself, leaning against the metal boundary fence to catch his breath.
The sun was in Shane’s eyes, Falk could tell, as the guy lined up while still in motion, pulling back his leg in a sweeping kick.
The ball soared through the air, looking good before clipping the post at the last moment and ricocheting away.
It bounced a couple of times, landing not far from Falk.
Shane shielded his eyes, breathing heavily, his face shining with sweat. He grinned as he saw Falk there.
“Kick it back, mate,” he shouted.
Falk hesitated. Shane waited, then pointed at the ground.
“It’s right there. In front of you.”
“Yeah. I can see it, thanks.” Falk laughed as he climbed the fence to retrieve the ball.
He hadn’t held a football in—how long?—years.
He turned it over in his hands, feeling the familiar weight and shape.
He shot a glance across the oval to Shane, who hadn’t moved but suddenly seemed a long way away.
“Go on.” Shane was shouting again. “I think everyone’s crap, don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah, okay, I’m going,” Falk called back. “If you’d shut up and let me concentrate.”
Shane grinned but closed his mouth. Falk tried to remember how he used to do this, then gave up. He ran a few steps and just kicked, letting instinct take over. They both followed the trajectory through the air.
“Nice one. Not bad.” Shane had to run to get himself under the ball, but at least it made the distance. “Turn your wrists down farther, you’ll get a better angle.” He jogged a couple of paces and demonstrated as he smoothly punted it back.
Falk moved for the ball, watching and reaching up and catching it and then, keeping his wrists well down, curving around to kick it back as Shane ran past. He caught it and they ran together, back and forth up the oval in the morning light, until Shane pointed at the goalposts.
“Go for it.” He was panting.
Falk kicked. The goal was close and completely open, but they both cheered as the ball sailed through.
“You could be decent, you know? You’re just rusty,” Shane said as he fetched the footy, his forehead damp. They walked together to the water fountain, breathing hard. “How long’s it been since you had a kick?”
“God, I don’t know.” Falk tried to remember. “Years, must be. And never on a Monday morning.”
“Yeah, it’s good, hey?” Shane grinned. “For now, anyway. It does get busier around here. You should see it in autumn. The whole town, all the vineyards, it’s crazy.
Charlie’s good like that, though. Work hard when we need to, take it a bit easier when we don’t.
” He stretched his shoulders and squinted over at the track that led back in the direction of the vineyard.
“Was a good day yesterday, I thought. They all surface okay this morning?”
“I think so. They’re at brunch. You stay late?”
“Not really. Walked Naomi part of the way home because it was getting dark. Sounds like she had a good time. Happy to be picked as godmother.”
“She seems like a good choice.” Falk pressed the button on the fountain. “She’s good fun.”
“Naomi? Yeah. She’s great.”
There was definitely something wistful in Shane’s tone. Falk swallowed and wiped his mouth. He pictured Naomi, dressed up and forlorn by the barbecue, and found himself wondering, somewhat unexpectedly, what Rita would do in this situation.
“Divorced, is she?” he settled on.
Shane was examining the footy, turning it over in his hands. “Yeah. About eighteen months now.”
“She’s not seeing anyone?”
“No.” The ball stopped moving momentarily. The word was almost territorial. “Why?”
“Dunno. Small town. She wouldn’t have stayed single too long where I used to live.”
“No. Probably not here, either, most likely.” Shane frowned. “We used to go out, actually. Me and Naomi. For a little while. Years ago. She could do better now obviously, but yeah. We were together then. Back in my footy days.”
“Oh yeah?” Falk hadn’t known that, but found he wasn’t surprised, either. “Didn’t work out?”
“No. I stuffed it up. Usual story. Went to play a game over in Perth. Had sex with someone else in a nightclub toilet.”
“Well,” Falk said. “That’d do it.”
“Yeah.” They’d wandered back to the oval. Shane lined up and kicked the ball. They watched it glide clean through the goalposts and bounce across the grass. He glanced over, his voice light. “Why? She said something?”
“Naomi? Not to me.”
“No.” Shane shook his head quickly. “Didn’t think so.” He looked faintly but distinctly disappointed.
“Still.” Falk thought about Naomi, the visits to the vineyard, the way her eyes had sought out Shane at the church. She’d looked like a woman who could be convinced to forgive. “Twenty years is a long time to stay upset about something.”
“I dunno. Depends.” A ghost of a smile flitted across Shane’s face. “Found myself in Perth a few times. Back in those days.”
He ran over to get the ball, and they kicked it back and forth for a while longer until eventually a group of small boys making the most of the school holidays gathered around the goals at the other end.
It was clear from the baffled look on their judgmental little faces that it was high time for these old blokes to make way. Shane checked his watch.
“Probably better head back, anyway. Do some work.”
“Where do you live?” Falk asked as they started walking.
“Over by the reservoir, not far from Naomi. I keep some clothes and stuff at the vineyard, though. I’ll shower and change there.”
Falk glanced over his shoulder. The turnoff to the reservoir lay somewhere behind them along the empty road, well out of sight. Next to him, Shane was twirling the ball in his hands as they walked, whistling softly through his teeth.
“I saw Joel again the other day,” Falk said. “He was talking about his dad’s accident.”
“Oh yeah?” Shane stopped messing with the ball. “Has there been some news?”
“Not as far as I know. But can I ask you something about that? About finding the scene?”
There was a pause. “Sure.”
“I know it was a few years ago now, but can you remember approaching it?”
“Yeah, mate.” A tiny, hard smile. “I remember that day pretty well.”
“What did you see?” Falk hoped Shane would go down the path he wanted without having to be led.
“I dunno. I mean, it was bad. Luna was howling. Is that what you mean?”
“Yeah, that kind of thing. I mean, going on your own gut feeling, did you have a sense someone had left in a hurry? Or had it been quiet for a while?”
Shane’s face creased. “I think—” His eyes were on the road, but his gaze was far away.
“I remember I was surprised when I realized I was the only one there. Took me a while to get my head around that, you know?” He looked over, and Falk nodded.
“Maybe because Luna was making such a bloody racket, it felt like Dean should be around. Or because you’d never really expect to be the first one to find something like that.
But it couldn’t have been too long after it happened, I reckon.
Dean walked Luna around six thirty most mornings, and I probably got there before eight.
” He said nothing for a few paces. “Long enough, I suppose. For something like that.”
“So, the first thing you noticed was Luna,” Falk said, and Shane nodded. They had reached the vineyard and turned up the driveway together. “What next?”
“Probably that the barrier was broken. That was hard to miss. And there were tracks on the road, where the car had skidded.”
“Staying with the ground for a moment, what did that look like?”
“There were the marks, from the tires. They’d gouged the dirt where the car braked.” Shane looked over. “Is that what you’re asking?”
“Anything else?”
“Like what?”
They were nearly back at Charlie’s house, where Falk could sense the conversation would end. Shane hadn’t remembered what Falk had hoped he would, which was perhaps useful in one way, but less useful in another. He’d have to ask.
“Was there broken glass on the ground?”
“Broken glass?” Shane’s face was still. “I’m not sure.”
“No rush, mate. Just think for a minute.” Falk waited, but no answer came. “Can’t say either way?”
“No.” Shane frowned. “Why? Is it important?”
Falk shook his head. “I don’t know.”