Cash, running a tongue along his fixed teeth, parked outside Angie’s place in North Bondi, still thinking of Mick. Her place wasn’t all that far away from where he had killed Sally Bois. Could see it had a garage underneath too. There was a security gate with an intercom. He pressed the button.
Waited.
Waited some more.
Fuck.
FuckPressed it again.
‘Hi, is that Carter?’
‘Yeah, can you see me?’
‘Yes.’
‘Checking, that’s all.’
‘Push the gate now; there’s no buzzer, but it’s working.’
Cash pushed. It worked. He walked up the white steps to the black front door, which opened as he reached the top step. A small woman stood there. Older than he thought she would be. Maybe forty. Lines in the corners of her eyes and across her forehead. She was in white linen pants and a shirt. He could s
