As soon as the Flynn brothers lifted their Glocks, Dan was in trouble. Silence descended like a cloak of doom. No confusion crossed his mind... it was clear he wouild die in the next few seconds.
A holiday in Terrigal sounded great to Les Norton, and all he needed to do was look after young Jimmy Rosewater for a week. But young and handsome Jimmy was supposed to be in gaol and, before he knew it, Norton was busy fighting off the usual yobbos. And all the time Les had a feeling Jimmy was up to something. He just had a feeling...
Les figured by tossing $50,000 into the Gull's movie he'd become the next Sam Goldwyn. Only someone put a bomb on the film set. And who gets the blame? Now Norton's a fugitive from the law, desperate to prove his innocence. Satanists, drug dealers, nutty poets, blabbermouth disc jockeys - everybody between Sydney, the Blue Mountains and South Australia wants a piece of Les Norton. So what are Norton's chances of clearing his name and coming up smelling of roses? VFO. But rely on Les to come up smelling of something.