Garry Disher - The Dragon Man

He caught Hartnett’s knees. One smacked against the other and Challis heard the moist, muffled crack of a bone breaking. Hartnett screamed. His arms swung up and his back arched. He flopped to the ground and began to flounder. Challis felt terrible. He’d never seen so much agony in anyone and had never caused so much.

He kept saying, “Your mother’s a bitch. Stupid copper bitch. Stupid copper bitch who goes back on her word.”‘

‘Hush, love, it’s all right.’

‘It was like it was personal.’

‘I think it was, this time.’

‘He told me I was always rude to him. Well, I was. I always thought he was a sleazebag. I told you I thought that. I couldn’t believe you brought him into the house.’

‘It’s all right, sweetie. It’s all right. You’re safe now.’

They were in the car. Sutton was driving, with Challis next to him. The ambulance crew had cleared and dressed Challis’s cut before taking Hartnett away. Larrayne Destry was in the back of the car, with her mother. She’d refused to be taken to hospital.

‘You don’t have to talk about it now.’

‘I want to.’

‘Okay, sweetie.’

‘You think he raped me, don’t you? Well he was going to, he said. Kept telling me all the things he was going to do to me. Told me this time was going to be different from the other times. This time he was going to draw it out for a few days.’

Challis heard the soft scrape of fabric against fabric. He didn’t turn around. They were not wearing their seatbelts but were huddled together, sniffing, sometimes crying, Ellen ceaselessly touching her daughter’s face.

‘He showed me all this stuff.’

‘What stuff?’

‘There was a watch, a ring, a hair clip. Little things.’

‘Souvenirs.’

‘Oh.’

A cloud passed across the moon. They seemed to be alone on the black road. Challis coughed, and said, over his shoulder, ‘Where did you see these things, Larrayne?’

He sensed that Larrayne was leaning toward him. ‘Where Mum found me, inside that cabinet thingy in his van.’

Challis nodded. ‘And he talked about the other women he’d abducted?’

‘Over and over. Boasting.’

Ellen said, ‘I can’t believe I let him see those tyre casts. He must have enjoyed himself, working next door to the police, watching them flounder. Probably couldn’t believe his luck.’

Challis nodded. It would have taken a certain kind of nerve and arrogance for Hartnett to stay on at the courthouse, working, watching.

As if reading his thoughts, Ellen said, ‘He was under our noses the whole time. I trusted him.’

It occurred to Challis then that his sergeant had something to hide. She was fighting unwelcome emotions and realisations. Her talkativeness-she was feeling relief, but did she also feel betrayed and embarrassed? It was as if something had happened to challenge her good judgment of herself. He remembered seeing her with Hartnett several times. How far had it gone?

‘How much longer do you intend to hold my client?’

Scobie Sutton said, ‘All in good time, Mrs Nunn.’

He was tired and dirty. He’d been scratched by blackberry canes at the edge of the reserve where they’d captured Hartnett. He wanted to go home. For days, it seemed, he hadn’t seen his daughter, or not awake, anyway.

Challis had briefed him. He’d listened to the taped interview with Danny Holsinger. He was ready.

‘Mr Jolic, you are still under caution.’

‘Sure.’

‘I want to inform you that one of your accomplices has given you up.’

‘Doesn’t surprise me.’

‘Boyd, shut up,’ Marion Nunn said.

‘No, you shut up.’

Sutton went on wearily, ‘You and Danny Holsinger-’

‘Danny Holsinger. Habitual thief and liar. My client-’

‘Mrs Nunn, please, just let me finish.’

‘Yeah, let the man finish.’

‘Don’t you care what happens to you?’

‘Shut up. You bore me.’

Sutton decided to sit back and watch. He turned to Marion Nunn, who felt his gaze and said, ‘I’d like a moment alone with my client.’

‘Certainly.’

‘Yeah, well, I don’t want a moment alone with her,’ Jolic said.

‘Boyd, I’m warning you, don’t let your tongue get you into trouble.’

Sutton swung his gaze on to Jolic. Jolic looked less tough and arrogant, suddenly. He seemed to struggle to ask, ‘Mr Sutton, you’d say I was pretty normal, wouldn’t you?’

‘Depends how you measure it, Boyd, but sure, I’d say so.’

‘Not sick or twisted?’

Sutton shook his head emphatically. ‘Nup.’

‘Stop this! Just stop it!’ Marion Nunn said. ‘Constable Sutton, I’m asking you now, terminate this interview.’

‘But Mr Jolic’s got things to say,’ Sutton said.

‘If I give you certain information, it’ll look good in the eyes of the DPP, right?’ Jolic asked.

‘A very good chance.’

‘Okay. Here goes. I done the ag burg. I burnt the fucking four-wheel drive. I killed the woman. Only you got to understand-I was aggravated. She shouldn’t of-’

‘Boyd, shut up.’

Boyd Jolic jerked his thumb. ‘This cow here? She gives me house plans, photos, whatever, and I pull jobs for her. We split it fifty-fifty.’

‘Interesting.’

‘Listen, goggle-eyes, don’t go taking his word against mine.’

Sutton stared at her.

‘She’s got this empty house, Mr Sutton,’ Jolic said. ‘All the stuff’s still there probably.’ He paused. ‘She shouldn’t of said I was sick.’

‘In you go.’

‘You’re not going to rough me up, Sergeant?’

‘I’m in a good mood,’ van Alphen said, gently pushing Marion Nunn into the cell.

The next morning, Challis said, ‘Scobie, you’re coming with me.’

They drove through the town, which now seemed less edgy, more benign and trusting, as though everyone had heard the news overnight and gone back to being themselves. Or is it me? Challis thought. Do I read things as they are, or as I feel? But there were more people about. More of them looked cheery in the face of the early sun.

They found Lance Ledwich in his sitting room, watching morning television, women in leotards flexing on grass, the Sydney Opera House sailing behind them. Challis could smell eucalyptus vapour and there was a hot lemon drink on the floor. He tossed the videotape that had so offended Megan Stokes on to the coffee table.

‘Know what this is, Lance?’

Some of the life seemed to go out of Ledwich. ‘Never seen it before.’

‘Funny, it was found in your four-wheel drive.’

‘Don’t know nothing about it.’

‘Scobie, search the kitchen, see if you can find the keys to Mr Ledwich’s garage.’

Ledwich sank in his chair. A minute later, Sutton returned, holding a bunch of keys.

‘Stay with him,’ Challis said. ‘I won’t be long.’

One wall of the garage was lined with metal shelves. Challis counted a dozen professional-grade video reproduction units. There was also a colour photocopier and a stack of garish sleeves ready to be slipped into empty cassette cases. On the bench nearby was a padded postbag with US postage on it, containing the master videotape. Was the brother-in-law on a buying trip in Thailand? Was the sister involved, too? Did they have many under-the-counter customers for their videos? Did they charge much? Enough for Ledwich to afford a Pajero, Challis decided-the Pajero also part of the man’s image, the cool operator.

He looked at his watch. Noon. He was giving himself the rest of the day off. Let someone else interview Rhys Hartnett. He wasn’t interested in what made Hartnett tick.

The shift in the atmosphere had been clear to Pam the moment she stepped into the station at the start of her shift. Challis had made an arrest. Destry’s daughter was safe. The whole station seemed happier.