Cash parked on Lamrock Avenue, paid the meter with a swipe of his credit card. Stopped for a second. What the f**k had he actually found out? Tanya missing for three weeks but Peter didn’t tell him s**t. A “maybe junkie” with no boyfriend dancing in a cage. Used fits. Maybe Peter’s odd behaviour had distracted him from the task. Steele saying he was loose was back in his head. He would see Peter again uninvited, go even harder at him.
He walked around onto Campbell Parade where he was hit by the wind as it came off the Bondi Surf. The beach looked deserted but there were always people walking and swimming no matter what the temperature. He could see a few walkers, surfers, but no swimmers. In his younger days he had come down here and swum at all times of the year. A bodysurfer, not a sur
