'He was crying and his face changed colour,' his mother recalls. When John returned to find he'd been left behind, he was angry. His father shrugged and said he would take him next time. The men gathered to go but John hadn't turned up. Kyriakos wasn't a keen shooter - he went for the exercise and the company - but his son wanted to be included. His father Kyriakos had told him he could go shooting with him and the others in the evening if he was ready at 5pm. There was no hot water and no electricity in the camp but they loved it because it was near the beach - and the bay reminded them of the coast of their native Cyprus.Д®arlier that afternoon, John had been playing with friends in another tent. The Landos family, relatives and friends had started camping at Lorne each Christmas in the 1960s. As she tells the story of the few hours that changed her life, her eyes burn with pain that 40 years have not dimmed. Nikki is an old woman now, a grandmother of adults. He had stamped off in rage after his father and others had gone rabbit shooting without him. John, at 13 the oldest of her three children, was well-behaved but resented being treated like a little boy. 'Where's he going?' Peter Wheal would recall one of his parents asking as the small figure walked on.ДOWN the hill in the Erskine River caravan park, Nikki Landos was uneasy. The sun was setting, shadows were deepening in the Otways and the boy was moving purposefully. So when they saw a slight teenage boy walking away from town, they wondered why. Wheals' was the last house before Lorne's outskirts ran into bush. THE evening John Landos went missing, the Wheal family was at the kitchen table of their house overlooking the road from Lorne to Deans Marsh.

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