2.14
The following evening, Yvette adjusted the fall of her short black skirt and slipped on the loose batik top she’d bought in Bali. She brushed her hair and applied a thin smear of tinted balm on her lips. Thomas was due at the flat any minute. He’d been attending an acting course and the tutor was having an end-of-semester celebration at his house in Subiaco. The Honda Civic was having clutch repairs so Thomas had arranged for his friend Rhys to drive them there.
In response to a soft knock, she swung open the door. Thomas and Rhys stood side-by-side, dressed like twins in plain Ben Sherman shirts and chinos. Thomas kissed her cheek and Rhys, small and thin with short mousy hair, a dimpled chin and an overbite, offered her the limp handshake she’d anticipated. They were early so she
