CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Travis is introduced around to everyone at The Den. This is the name of the gambling club that lives in a quiet side street off Macleay Street in Potts Point, a few hundred metres from the dirty-half-mile of Kings Cross. There are no signs anywhere with the name of the club on it. It is the bottom floor of a mid-sized Victorian mansion. There were bedrooms upstairs with girls waiting in a kind of elegant common room with a female supervisor by the name of Cherry, waiting for the winners to celebrate, the losers to whinge, f**k, and go home.
Travis knows what he has to do. There is a password that changes every night. If the guests don’t know the password, they don’t get in. Travis is working with a guy called Wicky. Older guy with a DK Lillee moustache, tall and broad
