Who Killed Jimbo Jameson? by Kerrie McNamara Page B

please keep those on your side of the table, Boo. I want to enjoy my lunch, not lose it.” She laughed, and made a great show of slurping the toes. I concentrated on my porkbun and refused to react to her childish games.
    â€œYou’re the gossip queen, so I want to pick your brain. I’ve got a battalion of ex-wives to talk to, and I thought some background stuff would be of help.”
    Now I had her attention. She stopped chewing and took a deep breath.
    â€œYou want the juicy bits? That man has, sorry, had, a rare talent for picking beautiful, intelligent women and driving them around the twist. And he fucked up some of his kids, too. I was at Ivy last week and Phaedra was really off her face. She’s Lynnette’s eldest daughter and she’s a really wild one. She comes into the city bar for gels and sometimes she’s still pissed at 10am. I sort of feel sorry for her, because it can’t be easy being Jimbo’s daughter. Anna just shipped hers off to boarding school and they’re the invisible children. But I think Tessa’s protected her kids from the Jameson circus. Bethany did too, because Jace is relatively normal. He’s the eldest, and he’s absolutely gorgeous.” Boo picked at sticky rice with her chopsticks. I was trying to keep up with the names that she was rattling off.
    â€œYes, I’ve already talked with Bethany and Jace.” I didn’t comment on Jace’s gorgeousity. “So what is Lynette Jameson up to now? She’s kinda hard to find.”
    â€œYeah, she’s been off the scene for a couple of weeks, but I heard that she was in Thailand because my friend Rebecca works for Qantas and she was on Lynnette’s flight and she said that she said she was going to Spa Samui to detox. That’s the place where you stick a tube up your arse twice a day and you don’t eat and you’re just supposed to lie around all day and have massages and meditate. Becca’s sister goes there every year and she says it’s fabulous, but she cheats a bit and takes a few bottles of vodka because she reckons that’s the only way she can drink the gunk they give you to clean you out.
    â€œBut then Jilly told me that she saw her in Bangkok last week and she was walking into the Bumrungrad Hospital.” She paused, took a breath, and reached for another chicken foot. “God, they’re good. So anyway,” she didn’t miss a beat, “if you can’t find her here, I’ll bet she’s still ‘freshening up’ in Bangkok and she’ll be back in about two weeks, looking fabulous with a new haircut to hide the scars and a new wardrobe of copies that she’ll tell everyone are from Rome and that she’s been drinking lots of water and breathing deeply and walking every day and she’s taken up yoga and Pilates and only eats clean organic and that’s how she’s lost weight and looks ten years younger because she has a fabulous new lover in Milan. Do you want thatdumpling?” She didn’t wait for me to answer.
    â€œAny time from March is the best time to do it because you have to stay out of the sun for a while after you’ve had work done, and it’s easier to do that over autumn and winter. Jilly had her boobs done there because it’s so much cheaper than here and they look fabulous and feel pretty good. Everyone’s doing it. Oh yummo. That looks good.” She reached for a prawn rice noodle. “And can I have another glass of wine?” I am sure my sister can talk and eat under water.
    I nibbled on some prawn toast and slurped some wine and felt my hangover begin to fade.
    â€œSo, do you reckon Lynnette finally did it?” Boo was off and running again. “You know she shot him years ago? They were living in Hong Kong and she said that he came home a couple of days early and she said she didn’t know who it was because the lights were off and that was before