gets her money back and he gets sent to jail,’ said Liz calmly. ‘Good.’
She walked back out to serve some customers while the officer went into the kitchen to tell Kay the good news.
‘Is my thirty thousand intact or has the bastard spent some of it?’
‘I didn’t ask. You can phone Portland and they’ll tell you.’
‘You mean I’ve got to drive all the way there to get it?’
‘You’ll get it back eventually. It’s evidence.’
‘Oh great! And I’m missing out on the bank interest.’
‘I suggest you find some way of banking your takings during the day, and you should have someone with you when you lock up each night,’ he said to her severely, accompanying her as she walked out to give Rob his breakfast. ‘Being alone with that much cash is asking for trouble.’
‘I can come over while Kay locks up,’ said Rob, who’d been listening avidly to the conversation. ‘I don’t go to bed till midnight. I usually watch the horror movie till late.’
‘There’s an offer I can’t refuse,’ said Kay. ‘And I’ll have to see about getting the bulk of the money into Lorne some time in the afternoon, though I don’t know how.’
‘I can take it,’ Rob offered.
‘How do I know you won’t leave town and do a runner with it? Or lose it?’ Kay put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
‘Aw, Kay, you know I’m dead honest. I’m not going to touch a cent of it, or lose it, either. And I don’twant to be paid. You can just sling me a free brekky.’
‘Hmm. I’ll think about it.’
Liz busied herself serving more early-morning customers. Although Rob was kind of gross, she thought he’d be honest and trustworthy. It was a good solution, really.
Flick came bustling into the store. Today she looked really cute, with her hair twisted up on top of her head and a giant-sized blue hair clip pushed in to anchor it. She was wearing a bright blue top and navy shorts. The colour of her top made her eyes look even bluer.
‘You look chirpy today,’ said Kay. ‘And guess what? The cops found Billy Weezy in Portland with my money. How about that for good news?’
Flick beamed. ‘That’s fantastic. Maybe the rest of the day’s going to be fantastic instead of ordinary!’
‘I don’t know about that,’ said Liz. ‘Here comes Mr Ordinary himself, looking like he needs a quick and fast-working hangover cure.’
Flick didn’t look interested at all. In fact she didn’t raise a flicker, let alone a sparkle as Nathan came in the door.
‘Hi, Beautiful.’
‘Hi,’ Flick said shortly. ‘You’re early. Do you want brekky or your usual chicken and salad roll?’
Liz blinked. What had happened to sex appeal and charisma?
‘Something greasy,’ he smirked at her. ‘Good for a hangover. I always eat greasies the next day. Settles my stomach.’
He strolled over to the fridge and grabbed a large bottle of Coke which he proceeded to chug-a-lug with big gulps. Some of it dribbled down his chin. He removed the bottle from his lips and gave a large burp. ‘That’s better.’
‘You said you always have greasies and you’ve just downed a Coke?’
‘Sugar and caffeine, love. I need the energy. I scored number twenty-seven last night and number twenty-eight this morning.’
‘Oh, in your dreams!’
Flick shook her head and went into the kitchen to make him the greasiest breakfast she could — eggs, bacon and hash browns swimming in fat with a greasy serve of chips on the side and fried bread. That’d fix him.
As far as she was concerned, the game was over. Even if she conned him to the point of getting down on his knees and begging for it she wasn’t interested in playing any more. She’d proved a point to herself. She could turn on the charisma and thesex appeal if she wanted to, so why waste it on a slob?
Allowing the food to get a little cold so that the fat would congeal and look revolting, she carried the brimming plate out to Nathan where he was sitting under an umbrella
She walked back out to serve some customers while the officer went into the kitchen to tell Kay the good news.
‘Is my thirty thousand intact or has the bastard spent some of it?’
‘I didn’t ask. You can phone Portland and they’ll tell you.’
‘You mean I’ve got to drive all the way there to get it?’
‘You’ll get it back eventually. It’s evidence.’
‘Oh great! And I’m missing out on the bank interest.’
‘I suggest you find some way of banking your takings during the day, and you should have someone with you when you lock up each night,’ he said to her severely, accompanying her as she walked out to give Rob his breakfast. ‘Being alone with that much cash is asking for trouble.’
‘I can come over while Kay locks up,’ said Rob, who’d been listening avidly to the conversation. ‘I don’t go to bed till midnight. I usually watch the horror movie till late.’
‘There’s an offer I can’t refuse,’ said Kay. ‘And I’ll have to see about getting the bulk of the money into Lorne some time in the afternoon, though I don’t know how.’
‘I can take it,’ Rob offered.
‘How do I know you won’t leave town and do a runner with it? Or lose it?’ Kay put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
‘Aw, Kay, you know I’m dead honest. I’m not going to touch a cent of it, or lose it, either. And I don’twant to be paid. You can just sling me a free brekky.’
‘Hmm. I’ll think about it.’
Liz busied herself serving more early-morning customers. Although Rob was kind of gross, she thought he’d be honest and trustworthy. It was a good solution, really.
Flick came bustling into the store. Today she looked really cute, with her hair twisted up on top of her head and a giant-sized blue hair clip pushed in to anchor it. She was wearing a bright blue top and navy shorts. The colour of her top made her eyes look even bluer.
‘You look chirpy today,’ said Kay. ‘And guess what? The cops found Billy Weezy in Portland with my money. How about that for good news?’
Flick beamed. ‘That’s fantastic. Maybe the rest of the day’s going to be fantastic instead of ordinary!’
‘I don’t know about that,’ said Liz. ‘Here comes Mr Ordinary himself, looking like he needs a quick and fast-working hangover cure.’
Flick didn’t look interested at all. In fact she didn’t raise a flicker, let alone a sparkle as Nathan came in the door.
‘Hi, Beautiful.’
‘Hi,’ Flick said shortly. ‘You’re early. Do you want brekky or your usual chicken and salad roll?’
Liz blinked. What had happened to sex appeal and charisma?
‘Something greasy,’ he smirked at her. ‘Good for a hangover. I always eat greasies the next day. Settles my stomach.’
He strolled over to the fridge and grabbed a large bottle of Coke which he proceeded to chug-a-lug with big gulps. Some of it dribbled down his chin. He removed the bottle from his lips and gave a large burp. ‘That’s better.’
‘You said you always have greasies and you’ve just downed a Coke?’
‘Sugar and caffeine, love. I need the energy. I scored number twenty-seven last night and number twenty-eight this morning.’
‘Oh, in your dreams!’
Flick shook her head and went into the kitchen to make him the greasiest breakfast she could — eggs, bacon and hash browns swimming in fat with a greasy serve of chips on the side and fried bread. That’d fix him.
As far as she was concerned, the game was over. Even if she conned him to the point of getting down on his knees and begging for it she wasn’t interested in playing any more. She’d proved a point to herself. She could turn on the charisma and thesex appeal if she wanted to, so why waste it on a slob?
Allowing the food to get a little cold so that the fat would congeal and look revolting, she carried the brimming plate out to Nathan where he was sitting under an umbrella
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