Peter Corris - Comeback

YOU CAN ACT

LET US BRING OUT THE

CATE BLANCHETT amp;

HUGH JACKMAN IN YOU

The brochure advertised different kinds of classes for different levels, times and the qualifications of some of the teachers-their roles and brief notices on their performances. Jason Clement wasn’t listed. The address was Angel Street, Newtown.

I took the brochure out to where Monkhurst was sitting with another can. I was thinking of taking him with me but he was too drunk.

‘I want to ring her,’ I said. ‘What’s her number?’

‘Dunno. It’s on my phone.’

‘Ring her.’

‘Why?’

‘Just do it.’

He fumbled the phone from his pocket, peered at it and slowly punched in the numbers. He held it to his ear and shook his head.

‘Disconnected.’

‘What sort of car does she drive?’

‘Volkswagen Beetle.’

‘Colour?’

‘Red.’

‘Rego?’

‘YZE something. Why d’ you. .’

‘I might be able to talk some sense into her.’

He laughed. ‘Forget it. She spotted you for what you are. Nothing but fucking trouble. Should’ve spotted it myself. Take your money and piss off.’

I put one of my cards on top of the notes. ‘If she comes back or gets in touch tell her to ring me.’

‘Why would she do that?’

‘I don’t want to cause her any trouble. I just want to know who killed Bobby Forrest.’

‘And then do what?’

‘I don’t know. It could’ve been an accident. It needs talking about.’

He blinked, drunk but trying to get a grip on things.

‘I reckon you’re telling the truth.’

‘That’s right. If she’s in with Jason Clement and he killed Forrest, I’m her best chance.’

Angel Street wasn’t far from the office I used to have in Newtown. I’d handed it over to Hank Bachelor when I lost my licence. He still had it and I called in there before going to the acting school. It always pays to know what’s going on in the precinct you’re working in. As to the specific place you’re heading for, it’s useful to ask, as the cops do-anything known? Hank would have some idea.

He was there working on a piece of electronic equipment I’d never heard of designed to do something I didn’t understand.

‘Angel Street acting joint,’ Hank said. ‘Yeah, I know it. Struggling, I’d say. It’s in an old warehouse, small one. Rent’d be high though and maintenance low. A couple of well-known actors have done stints there as teachers in its better days.’

‘Any trouble?’

‘There was something a while back. To do with firearms, I think, but I forget the details. And there was some sort of protest from parents about them trying to recruit directly from the Newtown Performing Arts High School in King Street. Fizzled out. What’s your business there, Cliff?’

‘Looking for a woman.’

He grinned. ‘That’s what Megan says you should be doing.’

‘Is she still on about that?’

‘Yeah, but I guess that’s not what you have in mind. Do you need backup?’

‘No, but I’ll call you if I do.’

Angel Street is a block away from the main drag. It bends in the middle and part of it is blocked off to control the traffic flow. There’s a playground-cum-park on one corner and on a couple of other corners there are houses that were once shops. Gentrification has gone a fair way but there are still some old houses in poor repair and buildings like the one the acting school occupied that have seen much better days. It was brick, two-storeyed, and rose directly up from the edge of the footpath.

I parked opposite and went through a battered double doorway and up a short flight of steps. The interior was brightly lit by artificial light. The windows were so small and dirty it would otherwise have been in perpetual gloom. The ground floor was a small auditorium-a tiny stage and about a dozen rows of chairs that looked as if they’d seen a lot of service somewhere else. A flight of stairs led up to the second level, where I could hear voices and physical activity. I went up and found an area that resembled a gym with some exercise equipment and mats on the floor. A partitioned-off area was divided into small offices.

About a dozen people were doing calisthenics guided by an instructor. There were five or six women but none of them was Chloe Monkhurst. I waited until the set of exercises was finished and the group was taking a break before approaching the instructor. I showed him my licence.

He picked up a towel from the floor and wiped himself down. The exercises had been vigorous and he wasn’t young or in the very best physical condition.

‘What’s the trouble?’ he said.

‘No trouble. I’m looking for Chloe Monkhurst.’

‘Not here.’

‘I can see that. When is she here?’

He shrugged. ‘Not that often.’

‘How about Jason Clement?’

He shook his head and pointed to one of the offices. ‘You’d better talk to the director. She’s in there-Kylie March.’

Director seemed a bit elevated as a title for the head of the operation, and it was interesting that the first thing he’d done was ask about trouble. The would-be actors were a mixed bunch-some very young, some older; some scruffy, some well turned out. A few watched me closely. I hoped I was giving a good performance as a private investigator looking for information. I knocked on the door and opened it as a woman’s voice invited me in.

Kylie March looked the part. She was about forty, rail-thin in a figure-flattering black top with black pants. She was heavily made up and no Caucasian ever had hair that black naturally. She was sitting cross-legged and sideways at a desk studying a laptop computer screen she’d moved around to get the right illumination. She tapped a couple of keys before looking up at me. A performance.

‘Yes? Can I help you?’

I showed her my licence and told her who I was looking for. She asked me to sit but there was no chair.

‘Silly me,’ she said. Her voice was low and breathy.

‘It’s okay,’ I said. ‘I’ll stand. I know where Chloe lives but it’s Jason Clement I’m really looking for. I understand he works here.’

‘He did. No longer.’

‘Why is that?’

‘Is he in trouble?’

‘I believe so. How serious, is the question. That’s why I need to talk to him. Do you know where I can find him?’

The screen went blank. She hit a key to bring it to life and then used the mouse to close it down.

‘You can Google me if you want to,’ I said, ‘see that I’m legitimate.’

‘Oh, I believe you’re legitimate. I’m just wondering whether I should help you or not.’

‘If you have Chloe and Jason’s interests at heart you should.’

‘I wouldn’t say I had their interests at heart particularly. My concern is the school and I’m wondering whether your investigation will do it good or harm. I have a big investment here, you see, and I have to protect it.’

‘That’s honest,’ I said, ‘so I’ll try to be equally honest. I can’t say how things will work out. At best I don’t think your school need come into it. If things go a different way it might, and I suppose it could come in for some. . notoriety.’

‘Notoriety isn’t such a bad thing in this business, depending on how it’s handled. May I have some time to think about it?’

‘No. It’s urgent and if you don’t help me I’ll have to come at it another way and then I wouldn’t care much about the reputation of your school.’

‘What other way?’

I took a punt. ‘I’m told there was an incident here some time back. Something to do with firearms. I could look into that for a start.’

It hit the mark. She slammed the lid down on the computer, picked up its case from the floor and slid it in. She hooked a jacket and a shoulder bag from the back of her chair and stood.