“I’m going now,” Tommy says. “I’ll pick her up like I said, but I have to warn you, James, I have a cop friend of mine looking into why your trial and incarceration didn’t make the news, you understand me?”
“Look out for my little girl, Tommy. You’ll get paid and then when I get out, you can forget about it.”
On the drive home to Melbourne, Tommy still doesn’t like it that James Johnson talked about Liz. He didn’t like him mentioning her name at all. Something doesn’t add up, but then there’s always something in this line of work that doesn’t add up.
Tommy lives in Caulfield now, in a small street off Kambrook Road, opposite the racecourse. It takes him just over an hour to get home. He drives a red Datsun 2000 sports car which looks a little like an MG. He leaves a note for Liz, tellin
