CHAPTER NINE
As we raced along the motorway towards Tullamarine Airport, the city was a blur of lights flashing past us. Deja vu overwhelmed me. I'd done this before, many times. At night Carl and I often brought the girls with us on our joyrides—his girlfriend Amy and Carol. Carl would find a couple of motor bikes parked outside a pub, hot-wire them and the four of us would take off on the motorway out of the city—he and Amy on one, Carol and me on the other.
We didn't care where we went; it was the bliss of riding at night against a backdrop of sky and moon and stars, the wind rushing at our bare faces, our eyes stinging and our lips numb. Carol, her arms tight around my waist, screaming with exhilaration. Listening for the blare of police sirens, knowing that if we got caught, it was
