Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Epilogue
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Endpages (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher
Prologue (#ud155aee9-4f0c-503c-9bb4-48f88b0ccc45)
‘Great show, Dominic!’
‘You kicked arse, mate!’
‘Is it true you and the Destroyers are breaking up?’
‘Give us an autograph, Dominic? It’s not for me – it’s for my daughter.’
Dominic Heath paused long enough to scrawl a few undecipherable signatures on some out-thrust concert programs and ticket stubs. Acknowledging their thanks with a tired nod, he grabbed the towel his manager handed him and worked his way through the crowd of magazine writers, newspaper stringers, photographers, groupies and assorted backstage hangers-on, mopping at the sweat on his face as he made his way to the dressing room. He stopped a couple of times to shake a hand or field a few quick questions.