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maroochydore accommodation Night lifts his wrist, focuses sandy eyes on his watch, “Yesterday was my Friday. I’m picking Jade up after school.” He can hear Derek chew—something disgustingly healthy he guesses. “No problem, you still can, it’s only, what, ten thirty? We’ll serve the warrant on Childs and you can be home by two easy.” Night sighs, passes the receiver to his left hand, licks peanut butter off his fingers.
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maroochydore accommodation The phone brings Night out of deep sleep. Through gaps in aluminum foil lining the windows of the travel trailer he sees light and groans. He feels for the phone on the floor, finds a shoe, a box of crackers, an open jar of peanut butter. Insistently the phone trills. He finds it, snatches it up, “Night.” “Get dressed, I’m on my way.” Only Derek. “What you talking about?”
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maroochydore accommodation After work, Night drops by a copy of his credit report and Ceridwen offers him the key. He tells her he’ll be moving in Friday night and that he’ll look at the washer then. That night he boxes up what little he has and falls asleep mouthing the dialogue along with The Maltese Falcon on the tube.
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