Jack Irish: Bad Debts Page #4

Cheers!

Gate five. Dakota Dreaming.

The animal's got

a truly horrible record.

Lucky he's not in the pet's mince.

Slow it down.

Give him the history, Cam.

Bred for staying.

Top-shelf Kiwi pedigree.

Won his first race by seven lengths,

then pulled up lame. Tendon trouble.

Then ran ninth.

With respect, Harry, he doesn't seem

like much of an investment to me.

He hasn't run for two years,

but some blokes up Ballarat way

reckon he's come good.

Got a couple of big races in him.

Maybe just watering their tonsils,

but these blokes know their nags.

There!

Now, did he or didn't he?

Yeah.

Looks like he's holding to me.

It may be worth another pilgrimage

in the very near.

Take another squiz

at Dakota Dreaming.

Oh, I don't think

I really earned this today, Harry.

Probably not.

Cam'll give you a lift home.

I hear Vanotti's got a groin.

My opinion,

and I get no pleasure saying it,

Vanotti's missing something

in his groin.

Hey.

You seen the paper?

Danny McKillop shot dead by a cop

in the car park of the Trafalgar.

Apparently he pulled a pistol.

So I guess that's that, then.

Oh, sh*t.

Why would he pull a gun on a cop?

Well, it says he was off his face.

Oh, God, so that's twice I've

screwed this poor bastard over now.

If that's guilt I'm hearing,

forget it.

The worst time of his life

he gets a drunk lawyer,

and this time he calls me,

I don't even show up.

It's a prosecutor's wet dream.

I mean, he was probably

working some drug scam.

Just drop it, mate.

Yeah...

I'm serious.

File it under 'best forgotten'.

Why is this only on page nine?

This is this third groin, you know.

PRIEST:
For this reason

I tell you that his sins,

many as they are,

have been forgiven him,

for he has shown great love.

It is someone who forgives little

that shows little love.

Then he said unto him,

your sins are forgiven.

And now Danny's daughter, Kristy...

..uh, Kirsty,

will place a special letter

for her father on the coffin.

Thanks.

Sue McKillop?

I'm so sorry to hear about Danny.

I'm Jack Irish.

Kirsty, this is your Dad's lawyer.

The one who

wouldn't return his calls.

Well, I was in Sydney.

I didn't get the messages

till it was too late.

Listen, when things settle down,

I was just wondering

if you could give me a call.

Things aren't going to settle.

Yeah.

Join us at the wake if you like.

Come on.

You don't know why Danny

wanted me to meet him, do you?

Two blokes were waiting outside

the house on Thursday night.

Danny saw them and bolted.

Beer.

Jack, Vin. Danny's cousin.

Hi.

Jack was the one that...

The top lawyer.

Papers said he had a gun.

He didn't own one.

The Danny I knew was no crim.

He finished school in jail,

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