The roses floated slowly down the Yarra in Hawthorn, the kookaburras sang a goodbye. I remembered the day in October 2003 when the phone rang and this story began.

Bob called. ‘Can you go to Cairns on Sunday? We’ve got a guy who made a threat on a Virgin flight to Melbourne. He told the flight attendant he had a glock in his pocket. Make a threat to an aircraft is the charge. It’s jail if he goes down. In the District Court. Good fee.’