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she had her eyes lasered so she couldn’t see him properly. Personally, I could never understand that if her eyesight was so bad that she reckoned she couldn’t see who it was, how come she could still see him well enough to hit him and why was she sleeping with a gun? So what do you reckon? Could she have got someone else to shoot him this time?”
    The egg tarts and mango pancakes trolley distracted her for ten seconds which gave me time to think. Could Lynnette Jameson have hired someone to finish him off? If Boo’s ramblings were even half correct and Lynnette was in a hospital in Bangkok at the time of the shooting, she certainly would have an alibi if she was suspected of actually firing the bullets that killed him. But in order to use that alibi, she would have to admit that she was undergoing plastic surgery, and somehow I didn’t think that was going to happen.
    â€œYou know she married him three times, don’t you? Or was it twice? I can’t remember.” She started on a plate of pork gyozas with a big dab of chilli sauce. “Anyway, I remember that when Victoria found out that Jimbo had been cheating on her with Lynnette, she chased her in her Jeep and Lynnette had to jump out and hide and then Victoria pushed Lynnette’s VW over the cliff at Coogee. She had to walk back up to Malabar Road to get a taxi home and she couldn’t pay for it because her handbag went down with the car so she talked the taxi driver into helping her climb into her house through a window because her keys were in her bag and she wasn’t wearing underwear. I reckon the driver is still telling that story.” She finished off an egg tart and washed it down with the last of the sauv blanc. “Do you want that?” She grabbedthe last egg tart before I could protest. I like egg tarts. That was my egg tart.
    â€œAnyway, they reckon that she’s still crazy about him, and I mean crazy. When he married the last one, Jacqueline, Lynnette got pissed at the pub and went to his house and threw eggs and rocks and yelled and carried on. Evidently, he had spent the night before with her, and she was a bit upset that he was actually going through with the wedding. Anyhow, Jacqueline went outside and slugged her and they had to get the security guys to take Lynnie home. On my god, I’d have loved to have been a fly on the wall on that wedding night!” she hooted.
    I was almost starting to feel sorry for Jimbo.
    â€œSo, what more can you tell me about him? Who else do you think would love or hate him enough to kill him?” I finished the last of my wine and signalled to the waiter for the bill.
    â€œOh my god! We’ll need another bottle and the rest of the afternoon. I mean, don’t you remember anything? You do know that there’s a fatwah on him? You’re supposed to be the smart one, but you really need to get out more. You could start at Mecca and work outwards. Look, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? I’ll cook and you can bring the booze and you can listen and learn.”
    I phoned Constable Jack to pick me up and we walked out into George Street. Boo was still bubbling along next to me, chatting enthusiastically about her new apartment and her latest love. It never ceases to amaze me that we are related and sometimes I wonder if Mum had a fling with the milkman. As well as the butcher, the accountant and a certain English teacher.
    We window-shopped as I waited for the squad car and yet again I reflected on the unfairness of the genetic lottery. My teeny tiny little sister fits easily into the teeny tiny clothing sizes sold in Chinatown, and next to her I’m a giant. A giant old ugly sister with big feet and ratty brown hair next to a beautiful blonde teeny tiny Cinderella.
    The squad car pulled up and Constable Jack leant over to open the door for me. Boo’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Maddie. Can you give me a lift to Surry Hills?” Without