Chapter Eighty-one
Summer 1976The long days of winter had eased into spring, then burst into summer with its baking sun, ever increasing daylight hours, and glorious twilight evenings. Barbeques had been dusted off and cleaned, gas cylinders filled, and parties had sprung into life all over Sydney – accompanied by ample supplies of beer and wine, and the ever-present chorus of cicadas hammering out their insistent song. Lena had been briefing Matthew with a steady supply of civil cases since Angelo’s trial; she had intuitively known that Matthew had lost any desire to spend the rest of his life acting only for criminal accused, and had even suggested that he perhaps was more suited to prosecution work. A hint that Matthew should apply for acting Crown prosecutors’ briefs was met with a lu
