other room. I said to them, put simply, nobody offers deals like this. Let me check these people out. Well, Lousada’s no fool, so we go back in and say we need a few days. Siebold says he’s got other business, he’ll be back in Melbourne on the Friday, wants an answer then.’
Tony examined the apple, gnawed around the core, threw the fruit’s spine into the bin. ‘I got in touch with the companies. Not wildly forthcoming but, yes, they said, Klostermann’s kosher, the investor’s passive, he’s put business their way through other companies he’s involved with. I still didn’t like it. The Manila company had two directors. One was called Gerardo Vega. I rang a bloke I knew in Canberra in Foreign Affairs. You’d know him. Jeremy Powers? Did law around our time.’
‘The name,’ I said.
‘Anyway, I gave him the Manila names and he faxed back a cutting from the Economist which said Gerardo Vega was a Marcos crony who had been in Europe offering to sell large quantities of gold on Marcos’s behalf. So I ring the Economist and get hold of the writer. He says it’s a team effort, the person I should talk to is based in Melbourne. How about that? Five minutes later, I’m talking to him.’
He got up and went over to a wall of doors, slid one, revealing a wardrobe full of clothes. The dark jacket for his dark trousers was hard to find because all garments in the closet were dark. But he appeared to know what he was looking for.
‘Cagey bloke,’ said Tony. ‘Called Stuart Wardle. Says he can’t tell me any more than’s in the story. Then he asks me for some names so he can check me out. I gave him the president of the Bar Council and the Dean of Law at uni.’
Tony found his jacket. ‘Ten minutes later,’ he said, ‘Wardle rings back. What exactly do I want to know? I tell him about the Klostermann offer. He says all he can do is give me a question to ask Siebold. He says, ask him to explain the relationship between Klostermann, Arcaro Transport-that’s the Manila company-and two people: Major-General Gordon Ibell and someone called Charles deFoster Winter.’
‘Can I write those down?’
‘Sure, this is all history. Well, it wasn’t much but it was all we had. We go back to the Windsor. Siebold’s got Shelburne with him. Siebold is very charming. Came in the night before, off to America in a few hours. What’s our decision? I ask him the question. He looks at me, twirling the ring, he says, “I can’t answer that question, Mr Rinaldi, because I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.’’ And he says to Shelburne, “See these gentlemen to the door. I’ve wasted quite enough time on dealings with them.’’ Goodbye, we’re in the corridor. Five minutes, start to finish.’
‘How’d TransQuik take it?’
‘Well. The offsider, Giddy, he got all excited, wanted to go back to Shelburne and start again. Lousada says to me, “What’s that question mean?’’ I said, “I don’t know but Siebold didn’t like it.’’ Lousada thinks about this for a while, then he says, “Probably just as well. Only free lunch is at the Salvos.’’’
‘Ever find out what the question meant?’
Tony shook his head.
‘And TransQuik stayed a client?’
‘For a while. Until Levesque took them over. Didn’t matter much by then, I’d decided to go to the Bar.’
I searched my pockets and found the printout of Gary’s other clients. ‘These others mean anything to you?’
His eyes went down the list. ‘No. What did Drew say about my reasons for leaving the DPP’s office?’
‘Something to do with Levesque. That’s all he remembered.’
Tony nodded and picked up the telephone. ‘Louise, ask Alan at the carpark to get the kid to bring the car around the front. Without denting it.’
He began putting files together. ‘Jack,’ he said, ‘about eighteen months ago, a bloke called Novikov was shot dead in his garage in Doncaster, found by his wife. He’d been at the junior soccer club meeting. Not long after, the cops stop a car with a dud tail-light, hire car. Driver’s clever with them so they get him to open the boot. In the toolkit, they find a silenced.22. The one cop, a farm boy, he sniffs the thing and he knows, silencer notwithstanding, it’s been recently fired. To the station, make some inquiries, then the Novikov murder call comes through. They reckon they’ve got the culprit. Ballistics later find the.22 is the weapon that killed Novikov. Bryce, that’s the man with the gun, he’s tough for a long time, then he says he’s just the driver, the bloke who did the job is a man he knows only as Eric. Met him twice. It takes a lot of hard work but the cops get lucky and eventually Bryce IDs a man by the name of Eric Koch. Koch calls himself a transport security consultant and among his clients is an outfit called Airbound Services. Freight airline.’
The phone rang. Looking at me, Tony said Yes three times, put it down. ‘They pick up Koch, he makes a call, half an hour later, he’s got guns from Apsley Kerr Woodward and a hotshot barrister from Sydney called Mitcham representing him.’
‘Who owns Airbound Services?’
Tony smiled. ‘Airbound is owned by another airline called Fincham Air.’
I said, ‘Which is partly owned by CrossTrice Holdings. Which owns twenty-five per cent of TransQuik.’
He nodded. ‘You’ve been doing your homework. Well, the cops managed to avoid this pair of lovelies getting bail and a cop called Jarman, Detective Shane Jarman, he’s the one first talked to Bryce, he’s now obsessed with Bryce and Koch. When it came to me in the DPP’s office, I encouraged him, said to him, let’s go for it, doesn’t matter who pulled the trigger, these two conspired to kill Novikov. Novikov, he’s a mystery. Looks like an ordinary travel agent. Could be mistaken identity. This prick Bryce could shoot but it didn’t follow that he could read a Melbourne street directory.’
‘Travel agent? For a travel agency?’
The phone rang again. Tony picked it up and said, ‘On my way.’ He closed his briefcase and went to the cupboard for a small black leather suitcase. ‘Novikov, yes. Travel agency, yes. Called Jason’s Travel. Walk down with me.’
The worried Louise saw us to the head of the stairs, giving Tony instructions all the way. I took his briefcase and we began the descent.
‘Lifts are no more for me,’ said Tony. ‘Lifts are for wimps. Anyway, I’m pushing Shane Jarman to follow the trail, see where it goes. Everything says Bryce is telling the truth, that he was hired by Koch. The big question is obviously who hired Koch. Bryce is from Sydney, got early minor form, then he’s clean. In fact, his putative source of income is as a cleaner. Almost certainly a hitman. Koch, he’s American, ex-army, migrated in the eighties, first job with TransQuik in security, now he’s some kind of Mr Fixit for Airbound and Fincham and others. He’s even got international clients.’
Tony paused on a landing, looking at me. I waited.
‘One’s Klostermann Gardier.’
‘Jesus.’
He nodded. ‘Next development is Koch asks to see Shane Jarman. He wants to deal. He says he can make this Novikov business look like shoplifting ballpoint pens. Wants to go on witness protection straight away, out of the slammer, reckons he’s in danger. Shane rings me, I tell the DPP. It’s exciting stuff, Shane can smell something, I can smell something. We start the process. Make the calls. Do the paperwork. It’s in train.’
Footsteps behind us. We both looked over our shoulders. A young woman in black, files clutched to her chest. We parted to allow her through.
‘Two days later, the DPP calls me in,’ said Tony. ‘He says we won’t be prosecuting anyone for Novikov, they’ve redone the ballistics and the two bullets didn’t come from Bryce’s gun.’
‘How’d that happen?’ I said.
Tony shrugged. ‘Guess. I felt like I’d been shot between the eyes. I asked: who ordered the ballistics redone? The DPP doesn’t look me in the eye, this is the man I regarded as a close friend, right? He fucking headhunted me from the Bar. No, the director looks out of the window and he says, “Don’t be tiresome, Tony. Matter’s closed. That’ll be all.’’ I thought about it, thought about going public, asked some quiet questions around the place, quit the next day. Same day, they find the murder weapon in Sydney. Tip-off.’
We crossed the lobby, reached the street. A red Alfa Romeo was double-parked opposite the front door. The driver was shifting into the passenger seat.
I said, ‘I’m slow without lunch. Slow generally. You’re saying this goes back to Levesque?’
Tony took his briefcase from me. ‘Bryce and Koch are both dead. Bryce had an accident. Koch shot himself.
