Saturday morning. Salem and Rhia were in bed. Salem reading The Star on his laptop. Taking a break from trying to c***k the code on the USB. Rhia nursed a cup of coffee on her lap, stared at the window, wanted a cigarette. It was ten in the morning. Molly had gone to her friend Nick’s place in Surrey Hills. Rhia said, ‘You mind if I have a cigarette? We’re celebrating after all. No more s*x work. Molly isn’t…’
. The Star‘Here, yes, I know. OK, but open the window.’
She got out of bed in yellow undies and nothing else. Walked to the window, unlocked it, lifted it up high. There was a cool breeze. There had been a wild Sydney thunderstorm at about three in the morning that went for a couple of hours then the cool came. The window looked out onto a shared yard. The yard she had cut through
