CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Like in Travis’ dream, Katya and Perry are dancing together in a cavernous nightclub in Melbourne in a laneway off King Street. Katya is wearing tight black satin pants, a tight purple crop top, that shows off her tight stomach, long sleeves that hide her heroin tracks. Perry is in a long black skirt, sky-blue blouse; his green eyes shine bright. His hair is short like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. They both dance hard to a thumping bass beat. Katya is high and has added speed to the mix too. Perry is straight, strong-willed, only takes heroin very occasionally, never with a needle. He is still flush with cash from Sydney and is paying for everything including the Airbnb in Abbotsford.
A Greek guy slides up beside Perry, starts mimicking his dance moves, Per
