any daughter of his being any better!
‘I dare say they’ll offer me even more money now. But they can offer me the world and my answer will be the same. No! A resounding no! You tell the Hollingsworth family that from me. And if Amber Hollingsworth comes here again, trying to con me with her sweet smiles and pretty ways, I’ll set my dog onto her! I’ll have you know that Rocky here was banned from racing because he was a fighter, and he’s a very vicious watchdog!’
The article was accompanied by a photograph of the old lady, looking defiant, standing on the front verandah of that wretched house of hers with a decidedly overweight greyhound standing guard by her side.
Amber couldn’t help it. She laughed. ‘Set the dog onto me? That dog almost loved me to death the day I visited!’
‘Amber, this is not a laughing matter,’ her father snapped. ‘You told me on Monday night that that sale was in the bag. Now, just forty-eight hours later, we have that to contend with! You and I both know there is no other site for that car park, because there is no other site large enough and flat enough for the complex. You can’t build shopping malls on the sides of mountains. And you can’t build them too far out of town or you defeat the purpose. ’We either get the Sinclair farm or this project of yours dies a natural death.‘
Amber knew her father was right. Sunrise Point couldn’t expand at will, like so many other coastal towns on the north coast of New South Wales, because of logistical reasons. Firstly, no homes or hotels could be built anywhere on the actual point, or right alongside the two accompanying beaches—a national park occupied the foreshores. Secondly, the Great Dividing Range kinked towards the coastline at that point, so that there simply wasn’t all that much room for development. As it was, most of the houses were built on slopes.
‘Look, I don’t know what that devious old lady is up to, Dad,’ Amber said, sighing, ‘but she couldn’t have been nicer or more agreeable on Monday. She said she thought my offer very generous, but just wanted a few days to think it over. She asked me to come back the following Monday. I got the impression the wait was just a formality, that she would sign on the dotted line.’
‘Well, something obviously happened during those few days to change her mind. Maybe she talked to someone in her family, and that someone convinced her your offer wasn’t generous enough. Call me a cynical old bastard, but I reckon that article there is a ploy to get more money!’ And he jabbed his finger at the newspaper.
Amber’s stomach tightened. ‘You could be right, Dad. And I think I know who that someone is, too. Ben Sinclair. Her grandson. I wouldn’t put it past him to want to milk Hollingsworths for every cent he can get.’
‘You sound like you know him pretty well, but I have no recollection of a grandson at all!’
‘Oh, Dad, surely you remember Ben?’ Amber asked irritably. ‘He was in my class at school. He came to live here with his grandmother when he was about sixteen. You must remember him. He shocked everyone by getting the best exam results of all of us. His tertiary score was in the top two percent of the state. They put his photo in this very paper.’
‘What did he look like?’
‘Oh, dark hair and eyes. Quite good-looking, really, if you could overlook his permanently sulky expression.’
‘Nope. Can’t remember him at all. The only boy I remember from your class is Chris Johnson. Whom you would have done well to marry instead of that American playboy you latched onto when I was fool enough to give you an overseas trip as a graduation present.’
‘Yes, well, I was too young to marry anyone at that stage. I was only nineteen, you know. I wish you’d stopped me.’
Her father laughed. ‘That’s like trying to stop the rain falling on a rainforest. You’re as stubborn as me once you set your sights on something. No one could have stopped you marrying Chad. At least you had the good sense to divorce him in the end. Pity you took so long about it.
‘But back to the issue at hand. What are you going to do about this Sinclair business? I know how you’ve got your heart set on this complex, daughter, but is it worth a scandal? I’ve come to like having this town’s respect, even if it has been a long time coming. When I get better I’m going to run for Mayor.’
‘Then I suggest we do everything possible to get this project up and running. This town needs this complex, Dad.’
‘I agree, but to build it Hollingsworths needs the Sinclair farm. How do you aim to get it? By offering the old lady more money, like she said?’
‘I guess so.’
‘And how much money do you think that will entail?’
‘I’m not sure...’
Frankly, Amber wasn’t sure about anything at that moment. This startling new development had thrown her for a loop. Pearl Sinclair had not seemed all that interested in money the other day. Neither had she seemed the type to bow to pressure, not even Ben’s. She was as tough as teak.
Maybe she was attached to the ramshackle dump she lived in, Amber mused, but it was hard to imagine so. The house was falling around her ears, and the farm part had long deteriorated into nothing but a chicken coop and a dilapidated barn. The land had also recently had a one-in-twenty-five-year flood rating stamped on the council charts, so on the open market it wasn’t worth much.
‘Maybe we’re reading this all wrong,’ Amber speculated. ‘Maybe old Pearl just couldn’t face the move at her age. Or the search for somewhere else to live. Maybe it was all too daunting.’
‘My dear Amber,’ came her father’s exasperated reply, ‘that would not explain her vitriolic and quite personal attack on us. No, this grandson of hers has got in her ear and stirred her all up.’
Her father fell thoughtfully silent. Amber tried to keep her mind empty of thoughts she didn’t want to think, and memories she didn’t want to remember.
‘What about the son and daughter she mentioned?’ her father asked abruptly. ‘Where are they?’
Amber shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Either she’s estranged from them, or they’re dead. I think Ben is her only close relative. Or the only one who visits. And he doesn’t visit all that often any more. She was complaining over that cup of tea I had with her that he didn’t even come home last Christmas. He lives down in Sydney now, and went off with some new girlfriend. She was pretty upset about it.’
‘I see. Well, my guess is the dear boy will be home soon. With bells on. What does he do, do you know?’
‘He’s a lawyer. Works for some big Sydney law firm.’
‘Dear God, that’s all we need—having to contend with some clever-boots city lawyer. No doubt he’s sniffed a huge profit to be made in all this.’
‘He’s probably sniffed more than that,’ Amber muttered.
Her father’s sharp blue eyes narrowed on her. ‘What the hell does that mean? Was there ever something between you and this Ben Sinclair? Tell me the truth, daughter. Don’t lie. You’re a terrible liar, anyway.’
No, I’m not, she thought. I’m a very good liar. I lived a lie all during my six-year marriage to Chad. No one knew how wretched I was. Or what a failure I felt.
‘No.’
