CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Travis walks up the steps from Lamrock avenue to his apartment. Walks down the side of the building along the fence, opens the screen door, the front door. He throws his football kit on the floor of the lounge room and goes into the kitchen. He won’t be going to the central coast until tomorrow.
There’s a knock on the door. Travis hesitates. Did someone follow him? No one turns up here unannounced. They ring first. It’s something he insists on from people. Did Babus ring Farez, tell him about them? Is it the killer come to take out the only witness? He doesn’t have a fisheye. He opens the door slightly, sees a tough-looking, stocky man, short back and sides haircut, dressed in a suit, white open neck shirt. Cop? Did he lock the screen door?
He opens the front door a bit
