Aimee got out of the car, walked into Cash’s place in Erskineville, sat in the kitchen. Wondered who the man was. Bad was what she knew he was. She picked up her mobile to call Cash when she heard knocking on the front door. She was thankful they had a fisheye, saw that it was James Roach, and opened the door.
‘Carter told me to wait for him here.’
‘Come in, come in.’
There were two types of people in the world she thought: those who said Cash and those who preferred Carter. She liked the Carter people the best. ‘You want a coffee, James?’
‘Yeah, could do with one, thanks.’
‘How did your trip go?’
‘Didn’t find her. A few leads but dried up. I think Cash has found her, but he wants me tailing some guy.’
‘Who? What guy?’
‘Billy Hassan, you know—’
‘I know who he is.’
‘Me too. Danger
