CHAPTER SIX
Travis walks into the Fountain Café, looks around, can’t see the guy, sits at the window on Darlinghurst Road, happy to have no-one around or behind him. His mobile rings again. His dad again. He flicks it again. Angelo Puglisi walks along the street past him into the café. He looks around, Travis waves at him.
Angelo with long black hair tied in a man bun, expensive black suit, sky blue shirt, black silk tie, he stands straight-backed, sticks out his hand as he reaches the table. Travis stands up, shakes his hand, Angelo says, ‘Travis, rough twenty-four hours for you.’
‘Yeah, not even twenty-four, more s**t’s going to happen now.’
They sit.
‘What can you tell me?’
Travis goes through the story, including the phone call he got from Katya, his suspicions about Perry, the A
