He was tired, not just his knees hurt now, his left hip sent splinters of pain up and down. He summoned Inskip and explained. ‘It’s Mission Hopeless,’ he said, ‘but they’re paying. Carry on, Number Two. Or is that Number One? No, I would be Number One, surely?’ ‘Number two,’ said Inskip, ‘is a cr...
She pushed over a set of photographs. ‘That’s me,’ she said. I looked through them. She was good. A bag lady on a bench, a plump man walking two small dogs, a tired-looking nurse going home, a man in overalls next to vans with Telstra and Optus written on the sides. ‘Don’t get a chance to go out ...