looked closely at the drawing, moved it a little, and then shook his head.
âIt appears to be well-executed to my inexpert eye, but Iâm afraid I have no idea what it means.â
âWeâre in the same boat,â Hank said, âbut it certainly means something because someone paid out quite a few hundred dollars to gather up the ones that went with it.â
Guy shrugged. âYouâve got me. Was there anything more?â
Hank stood up and I followed suit. âIs there anything more, Mr Clifford?â he said.
I took the drawing and folded it. âIâd say thereâs a good deal more, but thatâll do for now.â
Hank executed a courtly half-bow, the way Americans do. âThank you for your time, sir.â
We went out quickly. In the corridor we could see our escort hurrying towards us but Hank held up his hand, shook his head and she stopped.
âWeâre fine. Sure youâve got better things to do.â
The woman looked nonplussed, but we were on the move and to trot after us wouldnât be her style. We strolled down the corridor, studying the blueprints as if they meant something to us. When we reached the waiting area for the lifts I touched Hankâs shoulder.
âGot your mobile?â
âSure.â
âSnap a picture of that bloke there waiting for the up.â
Hank did it with the speed and secrecy Iâd known heâd be capable of. We rode the lift to the lobby, handed in our passes, and left the building.
âThirsty work,â I said. âMust be a pub around here somewhere.â
We found one in Elizabeth Street and settled down over middies of Old.
âHe wasnât a personnel man,â Hank said. âSomeone higher up.â
I nodded. Weâd both noticed the same things: the âAshley Guyâ nameplate had been slid in on top of another but not exactly, so that a centimetre of the previous one still showed, and Guyâs uncertainty about which side of the desk the drawers were on when he reached for the file.
âMeans theyâre worried,â I said.
âPlus, I never trust a man wearing a three-piece suit.â
Hank took out his mobile and studied the photograph. The man was big, florid, overweight, in an expensive suit and with an expensive haircut. âWho is he?â
âI donât know, but heâs familiar. Itâll come to me.â
Hank took a long drink and sighed. âThatâs real beer. Are you cool about me and Megan, Cliff?â
âYouâve both been around long enough and had enough experience to know what youâre doing. I hope youâre good for each other. Iâd say the chances are better than even.â
âI shouldâve known not to expect a straight answer.â
âThere arenât any straight answers to real questions.â
Back in the Newtown office, Hank plugged the phone into one of his computers and printed out the photograph. He laid the print on his desk and the three of us gathered round to look at it.
âLikes his lunch and dinner,â Hank said.
Megan looked at us both. âYou really donât know, do you?â
I said, âI feel I should, but â¦â
âThatâs Hugh Richards,â she said, âshadow minister for minerals and energy in the state parliament.â
âIâm a bit out of touch,â I said. âHow solidâs this state government?â
âTheyâre on the nose,â Megan said. âYou must have seen the stuff in the papersâlaw and order, transport, water â¦â
âI thought that was standard state politicsâshit on the last lot while they try to shit on you. And nothing gets done except calls and hand-wringing over the things people want to doâlike gambling, watching porn, drinking and taking drugs.â
âJesus,â Hank said. âThatâs fundamental cynicism.â
âHeâs right,â Megan
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