Kelly looked over at Ben, who shook his head. Bel still wasn’t answering.
‘We’re still trying to get in touch with her,’ said Kelly.
‘And where are you?’
‘We’re in the microlight. We’re fine, we’re safe.’
‘Good. I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. Other people need this connection. See you later.’ He cut the call.
Ben swapped the phones over in the cradle again. The sound of his phone ringing came through on their headsets.
‘We were wasting our time chasing the Ghan,’ he said. ‘Meanwhile, my mum—’
He choked, unable to say more. Kelly couldn’t think of any words. She was so relieved to hear from her father, but she could hardly say that. Not while Ben was worrying if his mother was alive or dead.
In any case they had other things to think about now. The black cloud was leaking into the sky around them, turning the deep blue to grey. The phone displays and the lights on the dashboard shone brighter. But when they looked away from the fire, the evening sky was still light. The immense pall of smoke was creating an effect like an eclipse.
‘What’s our plan?’ said Ben, looking at the wall of smoke ahead of them. ‘Go through the middle?’
‘Are you nuts? It’s heaving with thermals. We go around it. You’ll have to take the stick — we need fine control. Move right and make sure we don’t lose speed and height.’
Ben guided the plane to the right while Kelly balanced with the pedals.
‘We have to be very, very careful,’ said Kelly. ‘Even this far out from the city, we could still be hit with thermals.’
The smoke formed a definite column to their left, like a charcoal tower in the clouds.
As they concentrated on the view, they had almost tuned out the ringing sound from Ben’s phone, but suddenly it was answered.
‘Ben? Where have you been?’ Bel’s voice sounded hoarse and rasping.
‘Mum!’ Ben’s heart leaped. ‘I’ve been ringing you for ages. Where are you?’
‘I’m on the roof of the tram terminus.’
‘Where’s that?’
‘It’s in the middle of Adelaide. I was trying to get out to the coast but I went the wrong way. I can’t get out.’
The middle of Adelaide. She was still right in the heart of the inferno!
‘Mum,’ said Ben, ‘I’m coming to get you. I’m in the microlight. I can fly in.’
Kelly was getting this on her headset too. ‘We can’t do that,’ she spluttered.
Bel heard her voice. ‘Is that you, Kelly? You can’t come and get me in a microlight. I’m stuck on a roof. It’s twenty metres long. You can’t land a microlight on a roof. It’s not like one of your computer games, Ben.’
Ben interrupted. ‘Mum, I don’t think it’s anything like a computer game.’
Kelly took over the conversation. ‘Stay where you are, Dr Kelland. We’ll send help. The roof of the tram terminus, right?’
‘Right,’ said Bel. ‘And be quick. I don’t know how long this building will last.’
Ben cut the call and dialled 000. ‘Lines are busy,’ droned the recorded message.
Suddenly the microlight dropped like a stone, flipping their stomachs. They had hit the thermals.
Ben had forgotten how bad that felt. His buttocks left the seat and the seat belt pressed into his lap. For a moment he was floating. The top of his head hit the roof of the cockpit, and his stomach seemed to join it.
They emerged from a cloud into bright sunshine again, flying along smoothly. Down below was the sea, and the west coast of Adelaide. In the gaps between the dark clouds Ben could see hundreds of boats bobbing on the water — boats where people had taken refuge. Further inland, the city was a mass of black clouds, dotted with huge flickers of orange like burning coals.
Ben dialled 000 again. The display continued to say the same message: Lines are busy.
‘We’ve dropped forty feet,’ said Kelly. ‘Pull up.’
Instead of climbing as she had instructed him, Ben pushed the nose of the microlight down.
Kelly shrieked, ‘Are you crazy? I said up!’
Ben kept his hands firmly on the controls and they bumped along for a few more minutes. When he was next able to gather his thoughts and speak, his voice was grim. ‘The tram terminal’s in the centre of town, right? It’s just a ten-minute ride from the coast. I looked it up when I was waiting in the hotel. Well, ten minutes in a tram is barely a couple of minutes in the air. We can go there ourselves.’
‘No,’ said Kelly firmly. She groaned as the microlight dropped again, but Ben managed to anticipate and accelerated out of the dive.
Once he’d steadied the plane, Ben hit redial on his phone, but still the display gave the same message. Lines are busy.
He waved a hand at his phone. ‘Look at that. We can’t get through to the emergency services. If we try and go for help, it will take ages for anyone to get to her — we may be flying over her head right now.’
Kelly swallowed, then spoke slowly and deliberately, as though explaining something to a dim child. ‘You can’t land in the town, Ben. The buildings will set up thermals and cross-winds everywhere.’
Ben circled the plane round. It was now possible to distinguish the shapes of buildings in the blackened mass below. He could feel the heat radiating up from them. Sweat ran down his forehead and back.
‘We’re at four hundred feet,’ he said. ‘I’m going to start looking for a place to land. Do you think I should be higher or lower?’
Kelly refused to answer.
This was absolutely typical of Bel, thought Ben. She marched through life without a thought for the emotional wreckage she left behind — like she had when she walked out on him and his dad. Whenever he tried to spend time with her, he got into terrible scrapes. He knew it hadn’t been her fault, but last summer he’d gone to London to see her and ended up fighting for his life in a flood! Hell and high water, he thought grimly. Well, he’d done high water; now it was time for hell.
‘Kelly, my mother is down there. I am taking this plane down, one way or another. Do you want me to guess what to do and make a mess of it, or will you help?’
Kelly spoke in a small voice. ‘Keep at this height, but increase your speed a little so we’ve got the power in case we need to climb.’
She was no longer fighting him. She had given in. In a way that made Ben more nervous, but he couldn’t let Kelly see that, otherwise she’d take over and make him abort the plan. He had to seem confident and determined. For all their sakes.
Chapter Twenty
Ben watched their height drop steadily on the altimeter, then glanced out of the window. The ground was a mass of dark cloud. Some buildings were still burning, throwing flames and smoke high into the sky. He was surprised by how smooth their descent was. Maybe the buildings were all the same temperature and weren’t throwing out the isolated currents that played havoc with the plane. It wasn’t that there were no thermals; more that the town was now just one giant furnace.
As if wanting to punish him for his optimism, the microlight lurched upwards. Ben gritted his teeth and waited for the sickening sensation to pass.
‘I told you the thermals would be bad,’ said Kelly.
‘Just find me somewhere to land,’ said Ben. The plane began to wobble like a trembling hand.