'I promised,' I said.
'You had no right to.'
'He was helpful.'
'I'll see what I can do.'
In the end it was all of a piece with the rest of it. The investigators agreed to release a certain amount of information. This was traded to Sabatini for an undertaking that his story could be vetted and sanitised. That's how it worked out. I heard later that Sabatini and Rosemary were married. I wasn't invited to the wedding.
None of the money Habib had spirited away came back to me and I was very low on funds. I hadn't spent much of Standish's original advance on the investigation, but I whittled it down quickly afterwards. Then Standish got me off the hook about the shares. It took time- months. I didn't understand how and didn't try to understand. The GFC seemed to be passing us by and Standish insisted on paying me a bonus. It cleared my debts and at least put me on an even footing with all the constant demands of modern city living-the rates, the phone, the power, the RTA and all the rest. I was solvent, but without prospects.
Except for one. Megan was due to give birth and that kind of blotted out all the other problems.