go bush. No result. Then the medical directory which covers the whole country and is never completely up to date but catches most of the long-termers. Ditto.
I stood on the steps outside the library as the rain fell, and rang my doctor, Ian Sangster, who sits on various medical boards and tribunals and has extensive contacts in the profession.
âThis was when?â Ian asked.
âTwenty-three years ago.â
âCould be dead, itâs a high stress profession.â
âHeâd only be sixty or so.â
âWhat was his lifestyle?â
âAll I know is that he liked sex and Iâm told he was good at it.â
âThatâs a life-preserving recipe. Sorry, Cliff, never heard of him, but Iâll ask around. Dâyou know anything more about him? Any chance he was deregistered somewhere along the line?â
âPossible, but thatâs all Iâve got at present.â
âI can check that. Iâll let you know if he turns up.â
Not much more to be done there for the moment.
There was no mention of a Dr Lubeck in Frankâs notes or at the trial. Either the police didnât find out about him or Cassidy and Wain knew of him but suppressed the information. Why? Maybe because they were concealing everything to do with Heysenâs sideline. Again, why? Good question. Possible answers were a pay-off or fear. On the basis of Wainâs reaction, Iâd have to go along with fear. But of whom or what?
Another name I had a question mark beside was Pixie Padrone. I was still curious about what had happened to the alleged fee for the hit. I added a question mark beside the twenty grand. Wain had said that Pixie was on the street, meaning that she was in the lower echelon of sex workersâthe least paid, the most exploited, the most vulnerable. In that shadowy world people disappear, change their names, change their sex and are hard to track.
I had a source of information thoughâRuby Gentle is the proprietor of the House of Ruby, a massage parlour and relaxation centre in Kings Cross. Iâd located her lost daughter some years back, got a protection racketeer off her back, and weâve remained on friendly terms. I hadnât seen her since Iâd left Darlinghurst for Newtown, but this was definitely the time to renew the acquaintance.
The House of Ruby is open twenty-four hours a day and Ruby herself is in attendance until the early hours in a supervisory and occasionally participatory capacity. It was mid-afternoon on a Friday and I knew sheâd be there.
I hit the buzzer beside the gate in Darlinghurst Road and the voice spoke softly just above my right ear.
âCan I help you?â
âYou can tell Ruby that Cliff Hardy is here to see her, thank you.â
After a few minutes the gate swung open and I went through the scrap of garden to the front door, which clicked open as I approached. The woman behind the desk was typical of Rubyâs receptionistsâthirty plus, smartly turned out, expertly made up and with a pleasant voice and manner. âShe said to go upstairs, Mr Hardy, and that you know your way.â
âI do, thanks.â
Your two-storey Victorian terraces all follow much the same pattern on the upper level, with a large room in front, usually with a balcony, and other smaller rooms off a corridor going towards the back. The design is ideal for a brothel and a good many of them have served that purpose. Ruby, naturally, occupied the front room where sheâd installed an ensuite and partitioned off a cubbyhole for her office. The remaining space isnât subtle in decorâa big four-poster bed with silk and satin trappings, two padded, velvet covered chairs, a wall mirror, a cabinet for professional equipment and a television with VCR and DVD players.
The door was standing open and I walked in. Ruby rose from a chair and sailed towards me like a galleon in a strong wind. She stands close to 180
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