Park. Would he? And money’s just useless. It’s only good for buying you stuff. And stuff is just a waste of time. In the end it’s all just a waste of time. Money, stuff and friends. That’s what I think, anyway.’
Mr Michael Fain
Private Investigator
1800 1100 0011
$80 p/hour+expenses
$1,000 up front.
20
October
Friends were a pain in the butt, Tully reminded herself again. Nathan was taking his time coming back for them and she wished she had enough money for a taxi. By the time Nathan parked the car near the girls, Desi had stopped throwing up and was shivering violently. Tully had draped her jacket over the girl and continued to rub her back. ‘Here he is,’ said Tully, as Nathan pulled up.
Nathan lay Desi in the back seat of his car and buckled a lap sash seatbelt across her. Tully hopped into the front seat.
‘Do you think she’ll be all right?’ he asked.
‘Just make sure her head is turned to the side,’ said Tully. ‘You don’t want her choking on her own vomit. Not that I think she’s got anything left to vomit.’
‘Do you mind if we go to Desi’s sister’s first?’ asked Nathan. ‘I think I’d better drop her off there.’
‘Sure.’
Nathan drove through some side streets, crossing over Alexandra Parade and back into some more side streets.
‘What’s the difference between them and us?’ asked Tully.
Nathan flicked Tully a glance then looked back at the road. ‘What?’
‘Them and us.’ Tully pointed to the midnight blue BMW in front of them.
‘My car not good enough?’ Nathan gunned the motor a little.
‘You know what I mean,’ said Tully.
‘Money,’ said Nathan. ‘The difference between them and us is money.’
They fell silent for a while as Nathan concentrated on weaving in and out of the traffic.
‘Moron,’ he shouted as a car pulled out in front of him.
‘Maybe we should get some,’ said Tully. She bit at the flaking skin on her bottom lip.
‘What? Some beamers?’
‘No.’ She laughed. ‘Money. If I had money my life would be totally perfect. But I wouldn’t be driving a BMW. I’d have a Porsche. Or you know, those cars where the doors lift up.’
‘A Lamborghini?’
‘Sure. That’s what I’d drive. A Lamborghini. I’d drive it down the coast and people would wonder who I was to have such a flash car.’
‘Why not a Porsche and a Lamborghini?’ said Nathan.
‘Okay.’
‘Except you can’t drive,’ said Nathan.
‘So I’d just park it in the street. I’d sit in it and pretend I didn’t notice people staring at such a cool car.’
Tully struck a pose, lips pouting, her head leaning on a jaunty angle. ‘What, this old thing?’ She laughed. ‘Why, this is just my weekend car.’
‘You’re crazy.’
‘So?’
Nathan changed down through the gears until the car was at a complete standstill at a set of lights. Both sides of the road were flanked by large houses with landscaped gardens. Desi groaned.
‘She lives!’ said Tully dryly.
‘I’d have a big house,’ said Nathan. ‘And a cleaner. So my mum wouldn’t have to do anything except cook.’
‘Get a cook too.’
‘Mum’s a good cook. So that wouldn’t work. I’d still make her cook for me.’
‘What sort of house would you have?’ asked Tully.
‘White. I’d have a white house, with a pool and ten bedrooms—’
‘And ten bathrooms?’
‘Sure. And a cinema and a gym. I’d have a personal trainer.’
‘And cars,’ said Tully.
‘Lots of cars. I’d have a whole collection.’
The car inched forward as the lights changed to green.
‘What else?’ asked Nathan.
‘I’d hire someone to find my mum,’ said Tully. She leaned forward to turn up the music and felt the thump thump of the bass beat through her seat.
Nathan leaned forward and turned it down, after pointing to Desi in the back.
Tully pouted. ‘So all we have to do is win the lottery,’ she said.
‘Or get work as a doctor or lawyer,’ said Nathan.
‘Like that’s going
Mr Michael Fain
Private Investigator
1800 1100 0011
$80 p/hour+expenses
$1,000 up front.
20
October
Friends were a pain in the butt, Tully reminded herself again. Nathan was taking his time coming back for them and she wished she had enough money for a taxi. By the time Nathan parked the car near the girls, Desi had stopped throwing up and was shivering violently. Tully had draped her jacket over the girl and continued to rub her back. ‘Here he is,’ said Tully, as Nathan pulled up.
Nathan lay Desi in the back seat of his car and buckled a lap sash seatbelt across her. Tully hopped into the front seat.
‘Do you think she’ll be all right?’ he asked.
‘Just make sure her head is turned to the side,’ said Tully. ‘You don’t want her choking on her own vomit. Not that I think she’s got anything left to vomit.’
‘Do you mind if we go to Desi’s sister’s first?’ asked Nathan. ‘I think I’d better drop her off there.’
‘Sure.’
Nathan drove through some side streets, crossing over Alexandra Parade and back into some more side streets.
‘What’s the difference between them and us?’ asked Tully.
Nathan flicked Tully a glance then looked back at the road. ‘What?’
‘Them and us.’ Tully pointed to the midnight blue BMW in front of them.
‘My car not good enough?’ Nathan gunned the motor a little.
‘You know what I mean,’ said Tully.
‘Money,’ said Nathan. ‘The difference between them and us is money.’
They fell silent for a while as Nathan concentrated on weaving in and out of the traffic.
‘Moron,’ he shouted as a car pulled out in front of him.
‘Maybe we should get some,’ said Tully. She bit at the flaking skin on her bottom lip.
‘What? Some beamers?’
‘No.’ She laughed. ‘Money. If I had money my life would be totally perfect. But I wouldn’t be driving a BMW. I’d have a Porsche. Or you know, those cars where the doors lift up.’
‘A Lamborghini?’
‘Sure. That’s what I’d drive. A Lamborghini. I’d drive it down the coast and people would wonder who I was to have such a flash car.’
‘Why not a Porsche and a Lamborghini?’ said Nathan.
‘Okay.’
‘Except you can’t drive,’ said Nathan.
‘So I’d just park it in the street. I’d sit in it and pretend I didn’t notice people staring at such a cool car.’
Tully struck a pose, lips pouting, her head leaning on a jaunty angle. ‘What, this old thing?’ She laughed. ‘Why, this is just my weekend car.’
‘You’re crazy.’
‘So?’
Nathan changed down through the gears until the car was at a complete standstill at a set of lights. Both sides of the road were flanked by large houses with landscaped gardens. Desi groaned.
‘She lives!’ said Tully dryly.
‘I’d have a big house,’ said Nathan. ‘And a cleaner. So my mum wouldn’t have to do anything except cook.’
‘Get a cook too.’
‘Mum’s a good cook. So that wouldn’t work. I’d still make her cook for me.’
‘What sort of house would you have?’ asked Tully.
‘White. I’d have a white house, with a pool and ten bedrooms—’
‘And ten bathrooms?’
‘Sure. And a cinema and a gym. I’d have a personal trainer.’
‘And cars,’ said Tully.
‘Lots of cars. I’d have a whole collection.’
The car inched forward as the lights changed to green.
‘What else?’ asked Nathan.
‘I’d hire someone to find my mum,’ said Tully. She leaned forward to turn up the music and felt the thump thump of the bass beat through her seat.
Nathan leaned forward and turned it down, after pointing to Desi in the back.
Tully pouted. ‘So all we have to do is win the lottery,’ she said.
‘Or get work as a doctor or lawyer,’ said Nathan.
‘Like that’s going
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