Mike Dixon

Two years earlier he‟d been doing odd jobs to make a
living. He‟d been chucked out of the army and was living in
a cheap rooming house. Then a lucky break brought him
back on course. A rich family was looking for someone to
manage a dive business. His credentials couldn‟t have
been better. He‟d had some of the best underwater training
the Australian Armed Forces could provide. To his
amazement, his prospective employers didn‟t care a sod
about why he‟d left the army. They were interested in
what he could do and how he would relate to their grandson.
Tim had no problems with that. He knew his diving
skills were good and he liked Dave. The kid had a heap
going for him. Admittedly, there was a bit of growing up to
be done but that was to be expected. Dave was only twen-
ty. He was eight years younger than himself. It wasn‟t surprising
they had differences.
„Tim!‟
He heard banging at the door.
„Davo? Is that you?‟
„Let me in!‟
Tim unlocked the door and David stumbled inside. It
was still pouring with rain and water dripped from his wet
T-shirt. He peeled it off and clambered out of his soggy
jeans. Tim pushed a cold beer into his hands.
„What‟s the matter?‟
„Everything.‟ David reached for a towel. „I just don‟t
know what‟s been happening to me.‟
„Didn‟t it work out with Sue Lynne?‟
„It wasn‟t simple like I thought.‟
„You mean … you didn‟t get the maps?‟
„I got‟em. But it‟s much more difficult than I thought.‟
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