The Tail Job Page #5

tweeting or a garbage truck.

- No.

- What about a rumbling?

- Rumbling?

- Yeah, you know, a rumbling

like an airport or a train station.

- Right.

Yeah, I guess there was

kind of rumbling sounds.

- What, like a plane?

- Not like an airport,

more like a...

- A boat?

- Yeah, a boat.

Yeah and hey, there was music.

- What kind of music?

- Fun music.

- Like a carnival?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Nick!

- It's Nicholas!

- Come on, I know where she is?

- Where?

- She's at the harbor!

- Wait, I don't have your number.

- Why would you?

- In case Mona calls me.

I can let you know where she is

if you still haven't met up with her.

- Okay, that's a good idea.

- Give me your phone.

Call me.

Nichols.

Great, go ahead.

- Thanks.

- I'll text you later.

- Well, she's not here.

- In hindsight, it was

very unlikely she would be.

- F***!

- Oi!

You going to White Bay?

- Yeah mate.

- Won't be a tick.

- Hey!

What are you doing?

- Relax, I'm not going to leave you here.

There's plenty of room for both of ya'.

- Make him get the next one.

- What's the difference?

- Because I'm not paying you

to pick up other passengers.

- Mate, if I got to drive you

around the city all night

looking for your fiancee,

I need to pick up other passengers.

- Why?

- I told you, flag fall.

Bums in, bums out.

- I don't believe this!

- Mate, you don't know

where you're going next,

so I give this guy a lift to White Bay,

you think about where you're going,

I switch the meter off,

I'm doing you a favor.

You should be thanking me.

Yeah.

You coming?

- Get your own cab, sunshine.

This one's booked!

- Okay, $50 to White Bay sound okay?

- Yeah.

- You mind if my mate comes?

- If he pays half.

- Deal.

- All right, get in.

- Hold on to that for me, will ya', mate?

I wouldn't get my fingerprints

on that if I was you.

Just kidding, mate, just kidding.

You really got to lighten up.

I've known you two minutes

and I can already tell

you got a bug up your ass.

- Trevor, can we turn this off?

- No, we f***ing can't.

- What's wrong with you, Nick?

I thought you liked my driving mix?

- This is prime techno.

- It's a house song.

Me and Mona,

it was our song.

- Look, he's feeling a

bit sorry for himself

because his fiancee is cheating on him.

- We don't have to talk about this.

- With a bloke named Sio Bohan.

- Sio Bohan?

What sort of name is Sio Bohan?

Sounds African?

- I thought it was Asian.

- It's not important.

- Don't worry, mate.

Been through three divorces myself.

- Yeah, really?

- Yep and you just saw

me finalize the third one

as a matter of fact.

Just joking mate!

You got to lighten up.

He's got no sense of humor!

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