Leaving Bondi by Robert G Barrett

Author:Robert G Barrett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

Les was out of bed, washed and in the breakfast room by eight wearing the same tracksuit; not being out to impress, and knowing he was only going to be sitting in his car all morning, he didn’t bother getting changed. He filled a bowl with cereal and fruit and a plate with bacon and eggs, got some toast and coffee and found a table overlooking the Megalong Valley. Outside it was cold and raining again. He didn’t bother turning on the radio or reading the paper. David would only be screaming his name to the rafters and some journalist would be doing the same. Les felt what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. After one last cup of coffee he checked out, and by nine o’clock Les was in his car and heading for Sydney. He’d worked it so he had plenty of time to get home, grab a change of clothes, pick up his tickets and get to the airport, yet not be hanging around long enough for the police to arrest him. If he could make it to the airport Les felt he’d be able to hide in Golden Wing and he’d be all right.

Because of the weather, the drive down was slow and Les didn’t like being a fugitive one bit. Five kilometres the other side of Linden a highway patrol car pulled in behind him and he began to sweat. He kept to the left and drove like Grandma Duck, when the cop suddenly switched on his siren making the butterflies in Norton’s stomach start line dancing. But the cop went round him and pulled over a driver towing a trailer with no brake lights. Les exhaled audibly. That’s it. Time for some music. He found a tape and Jools Holland and his Rhythm and Blues Orchestra started tickling the ivories with ‘Travelling Blues’. After that the trip went noticeably smoother. The other side of Penrith, Bob Margolin was cranking out ‘Up and In’ like there was no tomorrow and B. B. King had just belted out ‘Pauly’s Birthday Boogie’ when Les switched off the stereo and came down O’Brien Street, Bondi. He pulled up on the corner of Cox Avenue and Lamrock and peered through the windscreen. He couldn’t see any police cars out the front of his house or the State Protection Unit hiding somewhere. Oh well, thought Les. Here goes nothing. He screeched to a halt outside Chez Norton, grabbed his bags then quickly locked the car and sprinted inside.

There were two messages on the answering machine. Les didn’t bother to listen to them. It would only be Price or Eddie telling him what an idiot he was and he could do without that. Instead Les rang for a taxi. While he was waiting, he dumped his dirty clothes out of his bag, filled it with fresh ones and whatever else he thought he’d need in Adelaide then changed into a clean pair of jeans and a black Lee Kernaghan T-shirt. A horn bipping out the front told him the taxi had arrived.

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