Peter Corris - Follow the Money

Gretchen was wearing a blue silk dress with long, loose sleeves buttoned at the wrist. It was still damp with the sweat induced by the hypo. With some difficulty, she undid the button on the left and pushed the sleeve up. Livid injection marks stood out against her smooth, ivory skin.

'Freddy got me hooked,' she said. 'Really hooked. No one else can supply me-no one ever!'

May Ling got Gretchen steadied down and onto coffee rather than gin. She worked her way through a good many cigarettes as she told us that Freddy Wong had introduced her to heroin after she'd learned of Malouf's death. She'd been intensely involved with him for some time and she took the news hard. The death of her husband was a second, but minor, shock. When May Ling asked her how she'd become so involved with Freddy, Gretchen had recovered enough to read some signs.

'Freddy's got to you, too, hasn't he? I can tell from the way you reacted to his name. So, you first.'

'Debt. He lent me money,' May Ling said. 'You?'

'Gambling.'

Gretchen said she knew Freddy was dangerous and had always avoided him, but when she took up with Malouf and was drawn into high stakes gambling, she'd caught the bug and got deep in debt to Freddy.

'I've got an addictive personality,' Gretchen said. 'And other problems.'

May Ling bit back a response although her sympathy for her sister was ebbing fast. They were both smoking now, and a fug was building up in the room, something you don't experience much these days. Gretchen lit another cigarette from the butt of her previous one and looked at me.

'Freddy warned me to get in touch with him if anyone made any sort of enquiry about Richard. When you rang, that's what I did. I've wondered ever since whether Freddy killed Stefan and if I'm responsible.'

So Freddy Wong had the same thing going as Houli-an early warning system for when Malouf's name came up. And when the need arose one alerted the other. I was pretty sure Talat had killed Nordlung and presumably after he'd been told everything about the sighting of Malouf.

'That's all your husband told you, was it?' I said. 'That he'd seen Malouf somewhere on the harbour.'

Gretchen nodded. 'It could've been around the harbour somewhere. Stefan liked to drink in various places.'

'What places?' May Ling asked.

Gretchen almost laughed. 'Don't ask me. I hate boats and everything to do with them.'

'So you never went on Malouf's boat?'

That brought another slight smile. 'I didn't say that. His boat was beautifully fitted out…'

May Ling said, 'Somewhere to fuck.'

'You should try it.'

I said, 'When you say fitted out, what d'you mean? Apart from the bed?'

'Oh, it had everything-computers, satellite dishes, GPS, television. He had a bunch of mobile phones and he used Skype. He talked fluently to people all over the world.'

'What d'you mean?' I said.

'Well, I heard him speaking Chinese and what sounded like Arabic and Indonesian. I know a bit of Indonesian from going to Bali.'

'What kind of a boat was it? Was it ocean-going?'

Gretchen shrugged. 'I don't know. It was white.'

'Great help,' May Ling said. 'So he had a floating office. Why?'

My thought was different. 'Where did you meet up with him and get on the boat?'

'Different places, different marinas, all around the harbour.'

'At the Spit?'

She gave a lopsided grin, almost a grimace. 'Yes, only when Stefan was away. May, I'm going to need…'

'Jesus,' May Ling said, 'you have to get off that stuff, Sunny.'

Gretchen hugged herself and shivered, the classic junkie-in-need pose. 'I don't think I…'

'I know a good detox place,' I said.

May Ling nodded. There was a long silence as Gretchen looked at me and back at May Ling, whose face was set implacably. It was obviously a scene she'd played in before.

'Oh yes,' Gretchen whispered. 'But I just need a small hit now.'

'No way,' May Ling said.

We got Gretchen to a clinic in Marrickville I'd had dealings with in the past. My doctor, Ian Sangster, signed the admission form and May Ling acted as guarantor for the fees, next of kin and contact. Gretchen was passive, resigned.

'She's in for a rough time,' I said as we left the clinic. 'Coming off one dependency's bad enough, but three or four…'

'Five,' May Ling said. 'She's a sex addict as well. So where did that get us, Cliff?'

'When did I become Cliff?'

'Today. You handled all that very well. My confidence in you has grown.'

'That's nice and I guess you've shown your softer side with your sister, but I'm not sure we're playing on the same team. You want to find Malouf so as to get Houli and Freddy off your back. You don't care what they were up to with Malouf or who killed Stefan Nordlung and the mystery man. Right?'

We were walking along Marrickville Road towards where

I'd parked the Peugeot in a side street. May Ling stopped, slumped into a chair outside a cafe.

'I'm tired and hungry.'

I was, too. We ordered coffee and sandwiches and we drank and ate steadily without speaking. She finished first, wiped her hands and sniffed at her fingers.

'I haven't smoked for years. Bugger Sunny. I've hauled her out of trouble since she was thirteen and had her first abortion, but she is my sister and I do care about her.'

I nodded. 'Parents?'

'Both dead from overwork. They built up a restaurant and import business from nothing. When they died Freddy managed to take it over-I never found out how. That's why I studied law, to see if I could get it back, but I got sidetracked and Freddy grew too big and nasty to go up against.'

'I can believe that,' I said. 'But you stayed in touch with him, borrowed money.'

'Yes. But getting Sunny hooked, that's just too much. I'll do whatever I can to screw him. So I do want to know why people got killed and why Freddy and Houli are so worked up about Malouf. It's almost as if they're afraid of anyone catching up with him before they do, don't you think? As if they're scared. What was he doing? He obviously wasn't just a smartarse screen jockey who ripped off people like you, too lazy to look after their own investments.'

I laughed. She was clear-headed and unrelenting. That was the moment I decided to trust May Ling sufficiently to share some information with her and Standish and try jointly to get below the surface into what was really going on.

When I got home I phoned Sabatini at his paper and was told he'd gone on leave. I called the Bondi Junction travel agency and spoke to Troy. He told me Rosemary had gone on leave.

'Anyone else asking for her?'

'How do you mean?'

'You remember the man of Middle Eastern appearance who came in a few days ago? Snappy dresser?'

'Yes.'

'Has he asked about her?'

He hung up. My guess the answer was yes, and that Houli or Talat had frightened him. I phoned Standish and told him Houli was likely to be applying pressure and so was Freddy Wong.

'Why?'

'We've taken two women they were dealing with out of circulation. Safely.'

'Who's we?'

'Me and the police, me and May Ling. Is she there?'

'No. I don't understand any of this, Hardy. It sounds as if you've just made things worse.'

'Before they get better, let's hope. Have you still got that place at Darling Harbour?'

'Yes, I took it for a month.'

'I suggest you get hold of May Ling and meet me there tonight. We need to have a sort of conference to try to figure out what's going on and what to do. There's more information, but it's hard to interpret. Three heads needed.'

'God, you're a bastard. First you tell me to get back to work and now you want me back in hiding. And what's all this about you and May Ling?'

'Tonight,' I said. 'About eight.'