By J. R. Carroll
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Eleven years, I presume. I can’t match that, but I’d say I haven’t had sex with Raydon for a year or more. Even that would only have been an alcohol-induced three-minute invasion of my sleep. Sex eventually . . slipped off the agenda. ’ She shrugged one shoulder. ‘He’s a man. Thinks, eats and works with his dick. The definitive, squalid, sex-obsessed, selfserving, ultra-privileged, venal, God-awful Toorak man, complete with carefully cultivated lisp. ’ ‘Rich filth. I like that,’ he said. ‘That’s exactly what he is.
Qxd 26 19/11/03 11:55 AM Page 26 J. R. CARROLL He’d already decided to play out this little game. ’ Shake of the head. ‘Although we did come here in one. ’ ‘Maybe . . ’ She cocked an eye. ‘Interesting idea. ’ The J&B was placed in front of her. ‘That’s three strikes,’ he said. She took a last drag of the cigarette before crushing it out. ‘I think I’m cured of those now. ’ ‘This wasn’t happening when we left. ’ That was where the real climbing began. ’ ‘Really. So . . ’ Again, it was not quite a question.
CARROLL ears pounded. All the while he was thinking, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. All he held was the shovel. ‘Come on,’ Walsh said during a spell. ‘No slacking off. We don’t want some fucking animal scratching up your putrid remains, do we? That won’t do. Dig deep, my friend. ’ Bernie Walsh called everyone ‘my friend’, even the prisoners he used to bash. ‘Come with me, my friend,’ he would say, leading them by the scruff of the neck to the toilet block. ’ In truth, however, he had no real friends, only colleagues.
Blindside by J. R. Carroll