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disbelief until Ron picked them up and pushed them under. the food tray, out of sight. All four heads swung towards Sam.
    â€œIn the back of the ute,” she explained. “Hundreds and fifties, mostly. Piles of it, stuffed into Burger Barn takeaway boxes.”
    â€œNo wonder Grubby was so nervous,” said Ron. “I wonder if it’s the cash from the Citrus Growers robbery?”
    â€œWhat do we do now?” asked Travis.
    â€œLeave it with me,” said Ron. “I know exactly what to do. In the meantime we pay for this feed and get you all home.”

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    T he next day, the four members of Deadly gathered nervously in the Macallister’s garage, ready for their very first formal practice session.
    â€œI don’t know if resigning from Regional Boys was such a good idea,” said Veejay, worried. “What if we stink?”
    â€œDon’t worry,” smiled Sam. “I aired my runners overnight.”
    â€œEven if we do stink, at least we can say we’ve had a go,” chirped Dexter. “Can’t ask for more than that.”
    â€œYeah, s’pose.”
    Theo Ryan and his jingle jangle of gold chains stopped for a breather at the roller door.
    â€œDeadly, I presume?”
    Today he was dressed down in white pants, a yellow polo shirt and blue jumper, which he had stylishly wrapped around his shoulders.
    â€œThanks for coming, Theo,” said Travis, sliding off a deck chair.
    â€œNot a problem. Saturday’s usually my baking day, but what the heck.”
    â€œThis is Sam,” pointed Travis.
    â€œHi Theo.” She smiled, offering her hand. “I’m the girl.”
    â€œNice to meet you, Sam. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    â€œLikewise,” she replied. “You’re the lead singer of Burger Band.”
    â€œNot anymore I’m not. I resigned — conflict of interest, shall we say.”
    â€œSo, you’ve retired then?”
    â€œNot on your life. I’m getting a band together with a couple of guys from the car yard. We’ve had a couple of jams already and the lads are wailing. Got the name worked out too — ‘Only One Owner’ — what do you think, clever huh?”
    â€œYou’re a genius, Theo,” said Travis.
    â€œLooks like we might have a gig, too.”
    â€œAlready? Where?”
    â€œThe Longwood Show, no less.”
    â€œHow’d you manage that?”
    â€œNever underestimate a used car salesman, Travis.”
    Undoing the knot in his blue jumper, Theo began clicking his fingers, herding the band together for a closer look.
    â€œEnough about me, let’s talk about you … Deadly hey? You look good together, I like that. Move to the middle, Sam, beside Dexter, I want some girl power in there. Now we’re talking. Yep, that’s the line-up, all right … Spread out a little … Perfect.”
    Next up, Theo had them each sit on a stool in their positions an arm’s length apart. The real test, of course, was the vocals.
    â€œHave you had a chance to listen to the tape I gave you?” asked Theo.
    The group went quiet.
    â€œIt’s a compilation of songs that I thought might suit. What say we pick one then decide how we’re going to tackle it vocally. What’s important for now is the melody.”
    â€œWe’ve already decided on the song,” said Sam.
    â€œFantastic,” hooted Theo. “Which one? … Hang on, let me guess … It’s the Kylie one, isn’t it?”
    â€œIt’s not off the tape, Theo. We hope you don’t mind. We want to do an old Frank Sinatra song called ‘The Way You Look Tonight’.”
    â€œYou’re kidding, right?”
    â€œNo,” said Veejay seriously. “We all love it. We found a really cool version on a movie soundtrack,