Chapter Six - Assassinations
The Leichhardt River and Lake Moondarra rivalled Christmas in their ability to bring cheer to Mount Isa. By one o’clock, the bikies lost themselves in the bliss in mitigating the intolerable Queensland day. They joshed, laughed, and carried on. Half went bare-arsed; the rest keeping their trousers on.
The largest of their number swaggered about, shoving the smaller, younger bikies around a lot. At one point, he held a bloke around Ethan’s age beneath the murky surface so long, by the time he at last let him up for air, the youth almost didn’t make it back to the bank. Dragging himself out a leg at a time, he lay retching and sucking in wind for minutes. The big bloke chortled.
Ethan witnessed it all from his vantage point, high above and across the river. Mo
