The sweat broke out immediately-on my body, on my face, on my hands-the voice and the threat had that much conviction. My throat was suddenly too dry to let me speak. I coughed and cleared it.
'Sawtell?'
Another quick jab and then something was hanging from my right ear.
'Plastic restraint,' he said. 'Right hand up and fasten it to your right wrist and the steering wheel.'
'I might need two hands for that.'
'Use them while you've got them.'
His calm was unnerving. I could only just hear him breathing, nothing heavy or out of rhythm. I adjusted the restraint, but left the clasp loose.
'Give it a tug.'
He had me. I closed the clasp and tugged.
'Okay. Marks for a good try. Now I think we can relax a bit. Or at least I can.'
'You can't ever relax, not to the end of your days.'
'True. For now, I mean. I knew you'd turn up here sooner or later, Hardy. How'd you do it? Did bright boy Willy let you see his car?'
'Figure it out.'
'Doesn't matter. I was told you knew your business and I had a man keep an eye on you.'
'Like Rex Wain?'
'Better, a bit better at least. Not hard.'
'I suppose they'll be expendable too.'
The shotgun barrel rapped sharply against my ear, drawing blood.
'This isn't a debating society. I'm going to tell you what you're going to do.'
'Or?'
'Or everything ends for you right here.'
'Fuck you!'
'What?'
'You heard me. You're talking too much, Sawtell. You want something. You want it badly and you need me to get it for you. So spell it out and we'll see where it takes us. But you're not going to blow my head off until you're sure you can't use me. So, as I say, fuck you.'
'You've got guts, I'll say that for you.'
The sweat was dripping from me and I'd played him as hard as I was ever going to be able to. It was time to ease up if I wanted to stay alive. He'd killed men before, some in hot blood, some in cold. He was as dangerous as a shark in bloody water.
'Tell me a few things,' I said. 'Indulge me professionally. Let's see where we get to.'
'You're a piece of work.'
That struck a false note-maybe he'd been watching too much television, had too much time on his hands. I was tempted to tell him so but I resisted, thinking I'd probably pushed him far enough. I kept quiet, forcing him to speak again.
'So what d'you want to know?'
'Did you frame Gregory Heysen?'
'Yes.'
'Why?'
'No comment. Anything else?'
'My guess is you ran into William Heysen somewhere in South-East Asia. Let's say Indonesia.'
'Close. Singapore.'
'You encouraged him to go into what he calls immigration facilitation, better known as people- smuggling.'
'He was willing.'
'Again, why?'
'Same answer. That's enough, but in case you're wondering, you won't find him across the street there. He's somewhere else.'
'Forced restraint's a serious charge.'
'Don't make me laugh. I've got two murder counts on the sheet.'
'Plus Wain.'
'Shut up and listen. You get me what I want or I'll send the little smartarse to you in pieces. Don't think I don't mean it.'
It had to be something to do with Dr Gregory Heysen again. Some retribution. I considered telling him Heysen wasn't William's father, but I couldn't see what good it would do at that moment. Maybe later.
'I'm listening.'
'I want to see Catherine.'
So it was all circling back towards her. I knew there was no point in asking him why. There was only one sensible thing to ask.
'How? You had her shot. She's still recovering and very well protected.'
'I know that. It's something for you to figure out. You've worked a lot of stuff out so far, let's see how smart you really are.'
He opened the door and I felt a surge of alarm. 'You can't just-'
'Shook you then, didn't I? Tell me your mobile number. Don't think, just do it.'
I rattled the number off.
'Right. I'll be in touch. Sit tight and don't turn round. If I see you move I'll blast the back of the car and let you take your chances with glass and the petrol tank.'
Opening the door had turned on the interior light. I was a big, well-lit target. I heard him slide out and I didn't move a muscle.
23
I'd been overconfident, or let's call it what it was-slack again. Hank Bachelor hadn't been immediately available to watch my back and I'd let that precaution slip. I was sure I hadn't been followed all the way from where Catherine Heysen was staying, but I'd been picked up there by someone communicating with Sawtell and once I was on the highway to the Southern Highlands that would be all he needed. A good tail is hard to spot in suburban traffic, much easier on the freeways.
I sat in the car feeling diminished and furious with myself. Pointless, and the game wasn't over yet by a long shot. Sawtell had expressed a need, always a weakness. And I knew at least one or two things he didn't know. I scrabbled in my jacket pocket for my Swiss army knife, got it open and sawed through the plastic restraint where it circled my wrist. I left it hanging on the steering wheel as a reminder of the mistake I'd made.
It wasn't late and I found an open motel in Bowral. Didn't make the same mistake twice; I was sure I hadn't been followed. I checked in and parked myself at the desk with a scotch and a packet of nuts from the mini-bar and jotted down all I could remember of what was said in the confrontation with Sawtell. Wrong word. I hadn't seen him. He'd taken steps to avoid that. I noted the fact and added a large question mark. I finished the scotch and opened another of the miniature bottles, adding soda this time. I cracked open the packet of crisps and ate them as I continued making notes. When I scrunched up the packet to drop it into the bin I was surprised to see that they were salt and vinegar flavoured. I hadn't even tasted them. Good sign that I was concentrating on the problems at hand.
There were enough. Sawtell implied he had William Heysen under control. A good bargaining chip in his wish to see Catherine Heysen. I was evidently to be the go-between, not a comfortable role. It all raised the question of whether and when to bring Frank in. The hostage was his son and he felt responsible for him although they'd never met. Or had they? Had Frank interviewed Catherine when her husband was being investigated? Had he seen the baby? Did it matter?
