Mike Dixon

cursion had been hugely successful. He‟d learnt a lot about
Noelene and Daryl and the nature of their operation.
aryl said he was going up the coast to catch fish for
D the crocs and David volunteered to help. He‟d had
few opportunities to speak to Daryl and wanted to see what
he could learn from him. He finished breakfast and waited
while the fat man ate his way through a large stake and
chips, washed down with tea. Finally, after wiping his lips on
a towel, Daryl got up and went outside. The Volvo truck was
parked in the yard. Daryl clambered into the driver‟s seat
and David got in beside him. He eyed the expensive upholstery.
„It‟s a great rig you‟ve got here, Daryl.‟
„Yeah,‟ Daryl reached for the ignition. „It cost a heap but
you‟ve got to spend to stay in business these days.‟
True to form, Daryl was talking garbage. The vehicle did-
n‟t belong to him. It belonged to the people he was working
for and it hadn‟t been bought for catching fish. David winced
as Daryl pulled off in third gear. The man was incompetent
beyond belief. He squeezed the truck through a gap in the
fence, scraping the expensive bodywork, and headed towards
the beach in the wrong gear and without the slightest
regard for the rough terrain.
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