Thirty-Two
Monday night was Reg’s night for playing cards or for going to the casino with his mates. On the nights he went to the casino he left home early and treated himself to a meal in Players Steakhouse, before joining his mates at the tables. This Monday night, he’d told his wife they were going to the casino and left home just before six, in time to be at the casino by six-thirty. But instead of heading for the casino in the city, he headed to Bayside. By six-fifteen he was sitting in his van, parked two houses up from the building that housed Hendri Accounting Services, waiting for Hendri to leave, and wondering what was keeping him. Hendri was usually gone by six, according to the information he’d paid for.
A black SUV exited Hendri’s car park and disappeared down the street tow
