Free Who Killed Jimbo Jameson? by Kerrie McNamara Page A

parents calmed down eventually, until he left just before Phaedra was born and shacked up with the Chinese nanny they’d brought down from Hong Kong.”
    Boo took this opportunity to reach across to the coffee table to put down her glass, allowing her arm to ever-so-lightly graze Constable Jack’s arm and giving her the opportunity to slide just a bit closer to him. “Jimbo went back to Hong Kong, but that didn’t last long and he came back to Australia and said he was going to become a monk or something. That didn’t last long, either.” She winked at Jack, who winked back. He winked back! They were conspirators now. On the same wavelength. I remembered reading about Jimbo’s religious phase – it must have sold a zillion magazines – but Jack was probably more interested in colouring in his surfing magazines then.
    â€œHe started the mining company and then he met Olivia, whose father was some hotshit geologist. Olivia was absolutely beautiful and everyone thought that this time he’d hit the jackpot, especially when he took out full-page advertisements in every newspaper on Valentine’s Day, telling the world that he had found his true love and she was the most wonderful thing since sliced bread and he was hopelessly in love with her and would she marry him.
    â€œThey say he had a truckload of red roses delivered to her, and I believe that. Every teenage girl – shit – every woman in Australia wanted to be loved like that! Then Olivia had the most gorgeous little boy and everyone thought they were happy, but Lynnette was sniffing around and the next thing you know Olivia was in a wheelchair and on a plane back to Venezuela withthe boy and Lynnette was redecorating the house at Vaucluse.
    â€œLynnette and Jimbo got remarried and their daughters were the cutest flower girls, and No Idea did a cover story on the new décor which I personally thought was a bit naff, but anyway that was when his company found the diamonds and he was always going bush.
    â€œMy friend Zorro was working on the pearl boats at Broome, and he reckons that Jimbo would come into town and fuck anything that moved – oops, sorry, Jack. I didn’t mean to say that, but you know what I mean.” She took another opportunity to look directly into Jack’s eyes with her baby blues.
    â€œAnyway, one night a few of the locals got really pissed off with him because he was working his way through their wives, and they decided to teach him a lesson. Zorro said they tied him up and drove him out into the middle of the bush and left him there with a bottle of water – which I always thought was pretty good of them – and it took him twenty-four hours to get back to the pub.”
    Boo had another delicate sip of wine and gave a tiny giggle. “So they tied him up again, and paid a truckie to take him to Perth. I think that’s when he decided to give Broome a miss for a while and go home, but the truckie phoned a talk-back radio station and the story got out, and when he arrived home Lynnette was waiting for him with a baseball bat. I promise you that this is true, because one of my clients was the nanny and she was there with the kids. It’s true. Really.”
    My apprentice detective was nodding his head like one of those toy dogs you see on the back shelf of hotted up cars. It was clear that he had never met anyone like Boo.
    â€œSo then he bought some racehorses and took them to France and Lynnette divorced him again and started taking acting classes and she eventually landed a part in ‘The People Next Door’, which I thought was pretty good. Then he decided that he was going to live in Washington when he started to date that old American politician, but we all knew that wouldn’t last and I think she had him deported when she caught him screwing her daughter. I read that in the National Enquirer when I was in Hawaii that time. Gee, but I really