CHAPTER 20
CONFLICT
Spring in November arrived, and Lisa had a bounce in her step as she strolled along the cracked footpath in Carlton, thinking about her meeting with Johnson. She heard a whistle and turned to look behind her but saw no-one. The whistle sounded close by. Probably some cheerful person out for a walk like her.
Lisa savoured the sun’s rays warming her cheeks and the gentle wind caressing her bare arms. She was wearing a t-shirt and skinny jeans, and adorned her arms with coloured bangles and a gold bracelet. The hum of patrons sitting inside the Italian restaurants she passed by created a pleasant mood. She ignored the invites of employees standing in front of their cafes attempting to get more customers. Some of the men even flirted with her.
Earlier, she’d had an extr
