It was a Victorian church in redbrick and bluestone, with accretions in
varying architectural styles from the succeeding century and a half since it
had been built. There was a small
Catholic primary school at one side, rather charming in Art-Deco redbrick and
cream cement, with several giant trees shading its playground. Luigi parked on the opposite side of the
street outside some shabby Victorian terrace houses and switched off the
engine.
“Now what?” asked Luigi.
“Well, we have to go and look. In
the car parking places.”
“But then he might see you. If
he’s here.”
“Yeah. I should be in disguise.”
“You mean, like fake Marx brothers big nose and glasses?”
Cody grinned suddenly, spontaneously, for the first time in days. “Exactly.
Seriously though, maybe sunnies and a cloth cap.”
“There’s an op shop on Smith Street.
We could buy you a second-hand cap there. Hide your luscious curls.”
“Yuck. Someone else’s dandruff and
grease.”
“Well it’s better than being seen.
And caught. And buying a new one
would take far too long. I mean, you’re
going back to work tomorrow.”
“We’re not very good at this, are we?”
But Cody had an amused glint in his eye.
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