Whats wrong with you? Bob said. Youre on the way to getting pissed. I thought you said everything went well?
We moved to a table overlooking the street and not far from Satisfaction. I was beginning to tell them what had happened when Peggy Hawkins came from behind the trellis and got into a taxi. She was wearing a tight blue dress and a black jacket and I saw the driver miss his grip on the door after she slid inside.
I lifted my glass. Cheers, Peg.
Hes flipped, Bob said. Must be the climate.
I played the tape for them, stopping and starting, repeating certain sections until they had the whole picture. They said nothing until Max drained his second mineral water. I think Ill have a beer. What about you?
Bob and I ordered and when Max came back with the drinks he said, I feel like Bogart in Casablanca. Play it again, Cliff.
I knew what he meant. Id made a mental note of the counter on the tape at the spot. I ran through to it and hit the button. First my voice, Who? Then Andrea: I dont know. Some woman. Me again: A woman?
The only woman in Sydney who knows anything about this is Penny Draper, Max said. And Im absolutely positive shes straight.
Shes not the only woman. I told them about Claudia Vardon, how shed turned up and that she lived in the Connaught.
You say you didnt mention names, but, Bob said.
Yeah, but that time I was in her place, after wed fucked, I went to sleep for a while. I had my notebook on me and I had Andrea Nevilles name in it.
Shit, Max said. That looks like it, but whats her angle?
I was feeling too miserable and confused to think about it. Like anyone else, Id been aroused and tempted by what was on display at Satisfaction, but at the back of my mind was the thought and prospect of Claudia. Now all that looked like turning into something very ugly. I forced myself to consider the ins and outs of it. If Claudia was Barry Whites backer, was she also his killer? And had she made the attempt on Leo Grogan? All very unpleasant to contemplate but, as I faced it, the old curiosity began to take hold. And something more.
I dont know what her angle could be, I said quietly. But Im going to find out.
Bob saw my expression and tried for the light note. Its lucky you like beating up women, he said.
This one used me and made a fool of me. I dont like that one bit.
Max coughed. When youre through being tough, weve got a couple of things to settle up here. We should see Sligo and we should try to get that note.
My thoughts had gone straight back to Sydney, but I knew he was right. I wonder if he really is sick, or if hes got wind of things?
I called his office, Bob said. They say hes got the flu. Had it a fair while. That tee times a regular booking but apparently he hasnt played for weeks. Answering machine at his home number. The voice sounds a bit fluey you could say.
I was in just the right mood for a sick, bent copper. Lets go and see him. Youd better stay clear of this, Bob. You have to live here.
Bob nodded. Byrons more or less in my bailiwick. I know a few people down there. I could get some pressure applied to Andrea.
Good, I said. Max and Ill go and see Sligo. Wheres he live?
Pacific Towers, its a high rise at the south end of the beach. Apartment 901.
Bob patted his waist. The walk backll do me good.
The day had heated up and the tourists were out in forcepale legs and dark glasses, fat bellies and big behinds and some beautifully proportioned people of all races and both sexes. Max drove carefully through the light traffic and parked opposite the soaring tower block that would cast a shadow over the beach later in the day. He hadnt spoken since leaving the bar and I wondered about his mood.
Whats up, Max?
Do you feel were getting any closer to finding out who killed Ramona Beckett? Thats the object, remember? Especially from your point of viewthats where the money is.
I was thinking along other lines and admitted it.
I dont like losing the plot this much, Max said.
It probably all ties together in some way, I said.
And if it doesnt?
It wouldnt be the first time.
True, Max said. Very true. I have a tendency to want to tie things up. It made me very unpopular in Adelaide with those people who liked things to stay untied.
We crossed the road, skirted the palm trees in pots and went up the fake marble steps to the squawk boxes.
Ill handle this, Max said. I can usually hear these things for some reason.
I told Peggy Hawkins Id try to keep her out of it.
Max looked at me, shook his head and pressed the button for apartment 901.
Yes. A thick, husky voice.
My name is Max Savage, Mr Sligo. Im a senior investigating consultant with the New South Wales Police Force. Id like to have a word with you.
What about?
I mouthed the response but Max nodded impatiently. Its about information received from Sean Beckett, Wallace Cavendish, Andrea Craig and others about the Ramona Beckett case.
The big plate glass doors slid open.
Colin Sligo was a big man, or he had been. He wore pyjamas, a paisley dressing gown and slippers, not an outfit to increase your presence, but there was clearly something wrong with him. He was stooped, he shuffled and it looked as if the gown had once fitted him better than it now did. He ushered us into a big living room with a dynamite view of the Pacific Ocean. He waved us into seats and sat with his back to it.
Well?
I launched into an edited version of what we were about and what wed learned. His grey, flabby face scarcely changed as I spoke. He looked as if nothing I said could touch him and I worried that we were going to get nothing at all.
Sligo looked at Max. Whatve you got to say?
Nothing just now, Max said. Im waiting to hear from you.
Sligo shrugged. Youve got it all pretty well sorted out. Johnno knew I was coming up here and looking for a big score to take with me. I ran interference for him. Nothing much to it. Beckett paid well. Still does.
Not for much longer, I said.
Sligo shrugged again. The slight movement seemed almost to exhaust him and he sat still after it for nearly a minute. I need a drink, he said. Scotch, ice and water. Would you mind, Hardy? Im pretty crook.
I went across to a bar similar to the one at the brothel and made the drink. I looked at Max, who shook his head. I made a drink for myself. I was puzzled. Id expected resistance, threats, bluster. In a way, this acquiescence was harder to deal with.
Thanks, Sligo said when I handed him the drink. What dyou want from me?
Max leaned forward in his chair. The Craig woman says you put pressure on Beckett by saying you knew whod done the kidnapping.
Thats right. Johnnos idea. He was a smart cunt.
But you didnt know? Max said.
Sligo shook his head and then obviously wished he hadnt. Just that movement caused him to sweat. He took a handkerchief from the pocket of the dressing gown and wiped his face. I didnt have a fucking clue. Neither did Johnno. Of course, we didnt even bother to look.
I sipped my drink thinking this was very weird. I looked carefully at Sligo to see if there were any tricks he might pull. He certainly didnt have a weapon and there didnt seem to be any way he could summon assistance.
Have you been keeping an eye on things in Sydney? I asked. Got anyone down there working for you?
