Chapter Seventy-eight
Spring 1976The barbeque at Angelo’s small fibro family home was held just over six weeks after his release from Long Bay Gaol. Matthew had advised him to settle down with his family before getting everyone together; a suggestion that Angelo had agreed was sensible. His wife and aged mother had cooked at least ten different Italian dishes of antipasto, pasta and pizzas to accompany the steaks. The house was crammed with the legal team, as well as several police who had surfaced as supporters only after the appeal decision.
‘Can’t blame them,’ Angelo said to Matthew in an aside. ‘If they’d spoken out for me prior to my release, they’d be regarded as suspect. Probably would have been charged with one disciplinary offence or another and eventually sacked.’
‘What about
