Monday morning, and Nick sat in the demountable timber-yard office opposite Kevin Hubbard, sawmill owner and president of the Lockerton Football Club. A document wallet containing glossy Westcorp publicity material lay open on the desk in front of him.
Kevin eyed the brochures suspiciously and shook his head. ‘A few of us went to one of those town hall meetings. Got the good oil on how your f*****g mine expansions work, my word we did.’
Nick stifled a groan. Damn Vince Gambino and his slide shows! Wherever Nick went and whoever he talked to, that b****y man had been there first.
Nick tried again. ‘I’m afraid Mr Gambino is running a misinformation campaign. What are the objections to Westcorp holding an evening information session at your clubrooms to set the record straight?’
Kevin cro
