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CHAPTER TWO

Sydney was never really cold. Still, the air had a slight chill, nature’s token winter weather for an eastern metropolis of the land at the bottom of the globe.

Harriet quickly made her way around the corner and nearly ran up Henley Street to the Post Office. She glanced at her watch: 4:50 p.m. She would make it. Once inside, her cold fingers were uncooperative as she fumbled the key into the box. She whisked the envelope into her purse and was back in her car by five o’clock.

She had never really gotten used to how it just ‘dropped dark’ in Australia. Twilight was illegal; day and night alternated with the ease of tag-team wrestlers. She breathed in a large lung-full of air and sighed it out again. “Sydney, you’re beautiful!” she thought. She smiled as she drove towards the crimson horizon, the opera house looking on, as if appreciating her assessment of this busy city in the “Lucky Country.”

Meanwhile, her future lay in a manila envelope in her purse on the seat beside her. One edge poked out between the shoulder straps, attempting an inarticulate conversation, a warning, really. Almost an insistence that this young, attractive brunette no longer take for granted her surroundings or her affluence, or...her life.