‘Like old times,’ said Birkerts. ‘Us sitting here. Any minute Singo comes through the door.’ ‘I fucking wish,’ said Villani. He sighed, ran fingers through his hair. ‘Jesus, got to get out to see him. Guilt building up on all fronts. The things left undone.’ Cashin thought Villani looked even more tired than the last time, when they drank wine beyond midnight in his son’s room. ‘Talking undone,’ said Birkerts. ‘Did I tell you this Fenton bloke’s got form for flashing? Out there in the sticks in Clunes, near Ballarat. At Wesley girls.’ ‘Wesley girls? In Clunes?’ ‘The school’s got something there. Outreach program, the rich kids help the rural poor, give them hints on cooking the cheaper cuts.’ ‘Freezing place,’ said Cashin. ‘Check his dick for frostbite.’ ‘One sick, pathetic case at a time,’ said Villani. ‘Dr Colley says this bloke on the stage had his hands tied. No clothes on, he’s been jacked up on the winch thing and he’s been tortured, cut all over, front and back, stabbed, blood everywhere.
