Norton needed a holiday. Anywhere, as long as it was out of Bondi. Price was only too willing to oblige. Les could have his house at Terrigal. All he had to do was look after George Brennan's nephew for a week while he was there. Sounded okay to Norton, and it was better than spending his own money.
Jimmy Rosewater was young, cool and the original brown eyed handsome man. He loved good wine, going to restaurants, going linedancing, and the ladies loved him. This suited Les nicely. But, Jimmy was also supposed to be in gaol. Before he knew it, Norton was fighting off the usual yobbos looking for trouble, sex crazed feral aunties and getting shot at by nutty bikies.
That was during the quieter moments. And all the time Les had a feeling Jimmy was up to something. He just had a feeling . . .
