“Maybe we should call the police?” she said.
“You think?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
Jack didn’t reply, but instead pulled her to his chest and held her for the first time in months. She felt the quick thud of his heart against her cheek. Then he released her, turned away and went back outside. A moment later Sally heard the echo of his hammering resume. She pushed the esky with her foot. It didn’t budge. She leaned down. Sniffed. The edge of a scent crept through the gaps in the tape. Rot. Decay.