proud of you.’
Before the troops arrived, I phoned Farrow in Wollongong
and began to tell him what had happened. He cut me off.
‘You’ve got him?’
‘He’s lying here with a very sore head. Just beginning to come around.’
‘Hang on to him. Barton’s been talking. Larry Buckingham’s in big trouble.’
‘The uniforms’ll be here soon,’ I said. ‘Dr Farmer and I’ll have some explaining to do.’
‘Call me the minute they arrive and let me talk to the senior guy. I’ll set him straight. What happened?’
I gave Farrow a quick summary and he was still on the line when the police and the ambulance arrived. The cops took a look at the scene and knew they needed help. I handed the mobile to the one who looked least shocked.
‘I’ve got Inspector Farrow from Wollongong CID on the line. He wants to talk to you.’
The cop looked relieved. He took the phone, identified himself and listened. He said yes several times and looked at Buckingham and the paramedics.
‘He seems to be okay, sir. Yes, the woman’s distressed but unharmed. There’s a pistol on the floor. No, we won’t. Yes, sir, he’ll go to hospital under guard.’
He handed back the phone and wiped sweat from his face with the back of his hand. Inner-city cops see all kinds of things but this must have been unusual-an up-market terrace, a villain on the floor, blood and a gun, two women clinging to each other and a battered male with a.38 stuck in his belt and a tumbler of brandy in his hand.
‘Shit,’ he said. ‘What a mess.’
‘Constable,’ I said. ‘It looks just fine to me.’
Elizabeth and Tania were close together on the arm of a chair, both with brandy in glasses, as the paramedics worked on Buckingham. They examined the wound on his head, stabilised his neck in a brace and got ready to slide him onto a stretcher.
‘How is he?’ I said.
One of them looked up. ‘Severely concussed; no fracture. Needs stitches. Pretty tough bloke. Think I recognise him-Larry Buckingham, played for the Tigers.’
‘In the good old days,’ I said. ‘Hello, his eyes are open. Better strap him down.’
They eased the stretcher under Buckingham and ran heavy straps over and under. Locked them. Buckingham stared up at me, trying to focus.
‘G’day, Larry,’ I said. ‘Didn’t quite work out your way.’
His pale lips moved but I couldn’t catch what he said. I stared down at him-a hundred plus kilos of fat and muscle and money devoted to creating havoc in the world. Reduced to this. I thought of the lives he’d cost and the ones he’d damaged and I was almost sorry that Elizabeth Farmer hadn’t hit him harder and somewhere fatal.
‘I’m told you like your women young, Larry,’ I said. ‘Pity you came up against a real one.’
27
Detectives from Newtown arrived and it took another couple of calls to Farrow to sort things out with them. Eventually Buckingham was carted off and the cops departed. I was left alone with the two women and the depleted brandy bottle. Elizabeth was coming out of her mildly shocked state but looked ready to keel over pretty soon. Clear-headed Tania wanted to know everything down to the last detail.
‘I haven’t got to it yet,’ I said. ‘But I’m going back now to talk to the person who’s got the answers, with no reason not to tell me. In fact she’s got every reason to tell me.’
‘Who’s that?’ Tania said.
‘Wendy Jones.’ I tapped my front teeth with the tumbler. ‘You remember her, at the casino.’ ‘Oh, yeah-the hard-faced blonde.’ ‘That’s her.’ I drained the last of the brandy and stood
up. ‘Are you going to be okay, Elizabeth?’
Tania put her hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. ‘Of course she’s okay. She’s the heroine of this episode, isn’t she? You were a bit slack, letting him get to her like that.’
‘Tania,’ Elizabeth said.
‘No, you’re right. I tried to contact Elizabeth to get her to lay low while this plan of mine went down but I couldn’t reach her. I should’ve tried harder.’
‘I was on the course.’
‘Practice makes perfect,’ I said. ‘Great five iron.’
Elizabeth’s face lit up-she was Germaine Greer the younger again.
I’d had two solid belts of brandy on an empty stomach and was feeling the effects as I drove the short distance back to Matilda’s office. I scanned the street carefully after I parked but there was no activity out of the normal. I’d told the cops where Lonsdale and his mate were hiding and they should’ve been in the bag by now. No reason to think Buckingham still had cards to play, but best to be sure. I hit the bell and announced myself. The door clicked and I went up to Matilda’s office. My feet wanted to drag a bit on the stairs and I realised that I was tired, physically and mentally, at a deep level. But I fought the feeling off, helped by the brandy buzz. I sucked in some deep breaths and went into the office.
Nothing had changed. Matilda was still behind her desk and Wendy was in the armchair. Hank sat in a chair tilted back against the wall.
‘Dull party,’ he said. ‘You bring some take-out, Cliff?’
‘No. You can go, mate. Many thanks.’
He let his chair drop and slipped out of it in his athletic fashion. ‘Ladies,’ he said and went out.
Wendy shifted in obvious discomfort. ‘My hands are numb, you fuck.’
I perched on the edge of the desk. ‘Won’t be long. Larry’s gone off to hospital with a concussion-’
‘Bullshit,’ Wendy said, but she didn’t mean it.
‘It’s true. Dr Elizabeth Farmer, Associate Professor of Linguistics, got him with a five iron about here.’ I touched the spot above my right ear. ‘Dropped him like a stone. Severe concussion, according to the paramedic. I had a word with the Wollongong cops as they were wheeling him out. Like I told you, Barton’s been talking and put Larry right in it. He’ll be under guard and there’ll be some charges. I’d guess supplying drugs, accessory to murder, maybe more. He’s gone.’
‘He’ll still have some reach from prison.’
‘That’ll be your problem. As far as I’m concerned if you tell me what I want to know and make it convincing, you walk away from the arson charge and the association with Lonsdale and Buckingham and Barton and the whole bunch.’
Wendy looked at Matilda, who offered her nothing. Wendy was tired and the events of the night had taken a big toll on her. She licked the jewelled teeth but it was just a habit now, not a statement. ‘Okay. Larry wanted the land on account of the mine shafts. There’s going to be much less traffic up around there now that the coast road’s closed for a couple of years. The mines run right back under the scarp and come up near the surface on the other side where he owns some more land. He reckoned to tunnel down to meet up with the shafts. No big deal. His idea was to set up a speed and ecstasy lab and a hydroponic dope operation underground. He’s already got all the gear-generators, pumps and all that. It’s in a police garage in Thirroul somewhere. He could build up a bloody great plant well out of sight and ship the stuff out from his own private property. It’d be worth millions.’
I watched her and mulled it over. Her behaviour was believable enough. What about the information? It sounded convincing. Our natural tendency is to think about what’s above the ground, what we can see, rather than what’s below and hidden from us. Two ways in and out from something totally concealed. I could buy it.
‘If he finds out I told you he’ll kill me.’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Could’ve been Matilda.’
Matilda shot from her chair. ‘No, I didn’t know anything about it.’
‘So you say.’ I took out my Swiss army knife and cut the plastic restraints. ‘I wouldn’t worry too much, Wendy. Larry’s got to have a lot else on his mind.’
