By Peter Corris
Aussie inner most eye Cliff Hardy narrowly escapes a fireball that kills fans and lands him at the path of deception that results in a hell guarded via a snarling puppy and full of a family's darkest secrets and techniques. Reprint. NYT.
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I doubt he’s ever recovered from the experience. She is brilliant, seductive, a walking disaster. I hope you are not involved with her sexually. ’ There was a lot in that to chew on and I watched him closely as he spoke. He was evidently in the throes of powerful emotions, but it was impossible to tell in what directions they were pulling him. ‘It’s nothing like that. But it’s very important that I see her. ’ ‘No. ’ He nodded. He understood. I wondered what that understanding said about him and his relationship with his daughter.
It amused us both. ‘Good,’ I said. * * * * 5 I made a mess of the lecture. I was nervous and distracted. I couldn’t remember much of what I’d said the first time and kept getting my sentences tangled up. I was on the lookout for Paula Wilberforce and didn’t relax for the whole time. I was impatient with the questioners. Altogether an unimpressive performance. No applause. When, to everyone’s relief, it was over, I apologised to Sanderson. ‘That’s OK,’ he said. ‘Happens. ’ ‘Yeah. I really need to get in touch with her.
I parked in Rose Street and walked to the Post Office. I might have been wasting my time. It might not matter to the recipient where the package was posted from, but, then again, it might. It was against the law to put live ammunition, even doctored like this lot, through the post but, like the original sender, I hadn’t included a return address, so who would ever know? I despatched the parcel and got a receipt for the postage—an item for Mrs Lamberte’s account. ’ The pimply-faced youth behind the counter looked at the address.