Chapter 9
Tim tried his best to shield his friend from view, but the sound of someone being violently sick was impossible to disguise. It had been just a week since they had finished their latest stint of Army Reserve training and returned to their office jobs, and already Bane had bullied him into jogging with him each lunch time. The late April humidity was at least bearable, but it was still easy to become dehydrated very quickly, and about a third of the way around the New Farm Park loop Bane had slowed to an uncharacteristic stop before bee-lining for the nearest jacaranda tree. At least, Tim hoped that dehydration was the problem.
An elderly woman frowned at them, looking like she was about to whip a pen from her handbag and write someone a complaint letter. Apparently vomiting une
