Direct Action. J D Svenson

during meal times. But it was Brian’s number. She gave Felipe an apologetic glance and picked it up.

      ‘Brian.’

      ‘Cress. It’s Esma. I’m so sorry to disturb you. Can you talk?’

      ‘Of course, Esma. Go ahead.’

      ‘Look, I just thought I would call you. It’s – the weird thing is – I can’t find her.’

      ‘Can’t find her? Joanne?’

      ‘I’ve called every number you gave me from directory assistance, and then a few more. Corrections, Silverwater, Lithgow, even Wellington. It’s still ringing out at Legal Aid. And when I got through at one of the prisons, they looked her up for me – and nothing. I even ended up with someone in Victoria and they looked on the central list, but there was no mention of her.’