Sandy followed Brad into the South Melbourne town house and picked up his car keys.
‘Are you going?’ Brad asked, concern creasing his brow and forming lines around the corners of his mouth.
‘I planned to, yes. You know that worrying about all of this is giving you wrinkles, don’t you?’
‘Ah, there he is.’ Brad moved behind the kitchen bench, filled the coffee machine, and turned it on. ‘You might as well stay for a sandwich and a cup of coffee.’
Sandy put his keys down and pulled up a stool on the other side of the bench. ‘We need to put a plan into action, don’t we?’
Brad nodded; his usual bravado buried under apprehension. ‘Where will I start?’
Sandy took the coffee Brad offered and sipped it a couple of times. ‘In my opinion, you need to put “where is the money?” on the back burner
