'You should have a lawyer,' Sabatini said.
'You've been through this sort of thing before, haven't you, Cliff?' Rosemary said.
'A few times.'
'You can warn me of the pitfalls.'
Chang shrugged. We took chairs around the table where the recording devices were set up and Chang made the standard introduction: time, date, place and list of those present. He asked Rosemary to detail her contacts with Selim Houli, giving dates and times as accurately as she could. Rosemary went through it more or less as she'd told me with a few extra details and specific words used. Chang was good; he interrupted her very seldom. Ali asked if she could remember anything of the Lebanese Richard Malouf had used on the phone and Rosemary rattled off a few phrases. Ali nodded. That prompted Chang to ask the same question about Chinese, and Rosemary hesitated before speaking a few words. Chang smiled and he broke the flow again only when he asked for Houli's mobile number.
'It's on my phone,' Rosemary said.
'I'll get it.' Sabatini went into what was obviously one of the bedrooms. Neither Chang, nor Ali nor the technician or I moved a muscle. Sabatini handed Rosemary the phone and she brought up the number and recited it to Chang who thanked her. After she admitted making the false identification she stopped.
'Is that a crime?' she said.
'I'm sure it is,' Chang said. 'But I wouldn't worry about it. Now, Mrs Malouf, you told Mr Hardy there was something you'd forgotten.. . held back from Houli. I need to know what that was.'
Rosemary didn't milk it, or not very much. She put down her coffee cup and spoke directly into the microphone.
'Richard had a boat,' she said. part two
PART TWO
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'I hate boats,' Rosemary said. 'Nasty, smelly things that crash into each other and sink.'
Sabatini smiled; he'd have smiled at anything she said.
Chang said, 'The name of the boat?'
'Something to do with sport… High Fives, that's it!'
'High Fives or High Five?' the technician said.
'I don't know. I didn't even know it existed until I found a certificate of some kind in his study. It had fallen down behind a slightly warped skirting board, or maybe it was hidden there. I don't know. But it was insured in his name for a lot of money.'
'And you never mentioned this to Houli?' Chang said.
'No. I didn't find the certificate until a while after he did his rampage and I sort of forgot about it. I was so pissed off at Richard, and so frightened that I probably would have told him if I'd thought about it, but I didn't.'
'Where's this certificate now?' Ali asked.
Rosemary looked defiant. 'The boat was insured for three-quarters of a million dollars and I didn't even know he had it. I was so angry I burned the certificate.'
Chang pressed for more and Ali became almost aggressive, but the interview petered out after that. Rosemary went to work with a policewoman as escort and guard for the day. The technician packed up and left and Sabatini got ready to go to work.
'I've got some leave coming,' Sabatini said as we left the building. 'Rosemary's got a lot of frequent flyer points. We're thinking of going away for a while. To the US maybe.'
'That'd be a very good idea,' Chang said. 'I can't keep up this level of protection for very long and Houli's bound to hear that she's talking to us.'
Sabatini looked alarmed. 'How?'
Ali smiled. 'We'll tell him. When were you thinking of going?'
'Jesus,' Sabatini said. 'Sounds as if it should be now.'
'Make it soon,' Chang said. 'And stay in touch with Hardy.'
Ali looked as though he wanted to protest against that but he didn't.
Sabatini headed for a bus stop, leaving Chang, Ali and me standing by our cars.
'That was a bit rough,' I said, 'letting her know you'll leak to Houli.'
Ali shrugged. 'I'm not impressed. That wasn't worth much. With a boat he could be anywhere.'
'Or still floating around in the harbour,' I said. 'How're your relations with the water police?'
The glances they exchanged suggested that such relations were non-existent.
'Try to stay out of trouble, Hardy,' Chang said. 'Take your pills and watch your back.'
'I don't rate any protection?'
Chang had turned away; Ali said something presumably abusive, in a language I didn't understand. Annoyed by some small leaves drifting from a street tree and clinging to his suit, he brushed them off and swore at the mark they left behind. From the look he gave me I was to blame.
16
Boats. I pretty much shared Rosemary Malouf's feelings about them. I quite liked watching the start of the Sydney to Hobart yacht race from somewhere comfortable with a drink in my hand, but that's about as far as my interest went. I'd been invited aboard a small yacht once for a race on the harbour and found it a mixture of utter boredom and frantic activity. Not my scene. Big toys.
Chang and Ali's team had the resources to track down the details of Malouf's boat, although I suspected it would be a painstaking and slow business, and locating it even more so. I had another tack to try-Gretchen Nordlung.
Nordlung was a yachtsman and he was the one who'd allegedly spotted Richard Malouf. Aboard a yacht? At some yachtie hangout? Maybe the widow would know and sufficient time had elapsed to take the hard edge off her grieving. I had the address and phone number but
I needed a way to approach her. I Googled Nordlung and found that several obituaries had been published, one in an online yachting magazine. I called it up: the item was accompanied by a photographic spread of people attending Nordlung's funeral.
It's not true that all Asians look alike, or that Anglos can't tell one from another. Over the years I've had dealings with Chinese, Vietnamese and Koreans and the faces of individuals vary as much as with other races. You just have to learn to recognise the features, hair and head shapes in their own right. But one of the magazine photographs, in colour and in sharp focus, was of Gretchen Nordlung. She was slim and elegant in black, and she was the spitting image of May Ling, perhaps even a shade more beautiful.
Standish was back at work, doing whatever it was he did. I phoned and arranged to meet him and May Ling there after office hours. I didn't say why and he didn't ask. Speaking to him reminded me that I hadn't spent any of his money. I took Megan to lunch at Thai Pothong in Newtown. She ordered up a solid meal and tucked into it enthusiastically. No wine, though.
'No morning sickness?' I asked.
'Not a trace, touch wood.'
'What about cravings?'
She waved her fork over her plate. 'Just for food in general. I'm hungry from morning to night. Are you still doing whatever it is you were doing?'
'Yeah, but in a hands-off sort of way. I'm cooperating with the New South Wales Police Service.'
