He felt nervous amongst this blended array. He crossed from Macquarie Street into the Botanic Gardens. The grass was spongy underfoot. He wore his long coat and hat. He went and sat on a bench by Governor Phillip’s statue, pigeons gathering at his feet, the sun high overhead. Thoughts of the car ...
Written large was the name he went by in the outside world: Abu Ja’far. There seemed no question that he was responsible for the killing. He was the one who’d arranged the boy and called them out. The only mystery was why. The photographs showed him in profile, in portrait, in the middle distance...