FoxJarrod was up early, perhaps a by-product of travel weariness, but he felt switched on. He was ready, smartly dressed as if going to a business meeting, and waited, fidgeting, for the car to show up at the allotted time. The busy period was over, school zones were back to normal, and his driver found the route to Moore Park on his in-car navigation. Jarrod hadn’t been told where they were meeting. His first guess was the new Sydney Football Stadium, but the obvious choice would be the movie production area formerly known as Fox Studios.
Jarrod was ignoring his buzzing phone as they joined on to Victoria Road at Gladesville and headed for the bridge. He was taking in the surroundings, remembering all the places he would go to play football when he was very young, and all the places he w
