“I need the work.”
“Find another case.”
“Matiu…”
Matiu throws up his hands, letting the nav steer them off the bridge. “I’m just saying.”
“Steer the car!” Penny screeches, reaching for the wheel.
Matiu grips the steering wheel again, as the Commodore slows to take the bend. “I’m just saying, is all. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Chicks, man. Chicks.
- Pandora -
No doubt Patisepa Taylor would describe Rose Fletcher’s north shore suburb as a desirable enclave of colourful two-hundred-year-old rimu villas, renovated to today’s modern standard, conveniently located close to the city, and surrounded by nature. And it’s true that the occasional picturesque villa still exists, money pits for misguided preservation enthusiasts. But mostly the outlying suburb is run-down and tired, a co
