Chapter Thirty-one
Matthew shook the hand of the man opposite.
‘Good on you, Matt. Welcome to the team. Looking forward to having you on board.’ Craig Delorey’s energetic enthusiasm and mercurial reflexes continually reminded Matthew of a gangly six-month-old retriever. From the minute he’d met this bloke at the Alice Springs airport, Matthew had liked him. ‘Three to four weeks is fine with us,’ Craig was saying. ‘We still have some loose ends to tie up before you begin. The manager’s house we have here for you won’t be available for another month, so the timing’s perfect.’
‘Thanks for the advance.’ He would need at least four weeks back in Sydney to get hold of a good barrister and set wheels in motion. He’d decided against representing himself in the Kirk Rummery case. The time would
