'Mikey was flailing around, scrabbling at the guy’s shins. Not a bad technique if you’re down. He’s such a skinny little fucker, all veins and bones, Freo shirt about five sizes too big. Then the mark’s girlfriend clocked me. She went pale—her eyes flitted, like everyone’s the first time, to the scar tissue snaking up my throat.
'Ben and his sidekick Mikey work the target-ball stand in a ramshackle carnival travelling the east coast. Ben is trying to put military service behind him and make some money. Mikey—AkA Mekong Delta, Fremantle’s Fifty Cent—just wants to get laid. Their marks are the rednecks wandering sideshow alley in the hope of winning fluffy toys for their girlfriends. Easy money—so long as Mikey keeps his mouth shut. Especially since his tendency to pick fights jeopardises Ben’s meth-dealing operation….Profane and unpredictable, Chris Flynn’s second novel is a breakneck tour of rural Australia’s underbelly.' (Publisher's blurb)
