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O’Connor was nodding vigorously but I wasn’t prepared to give Stewart the total control he wanted. I ignored the gun he still held and moved a few steps to lower myself onto the arm of a chair. ‘It’s a nice speech. We know you’re good at that. There’s no evidence you’re any bloody good at anything else except escaping from prison, and that’s got a limited application.’

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

‘I’m talking about your wife being held by a desperate man who’s already killed three people that we know of, and what can be done to save her life.’

It took a little of the starch out of him. He must have been running on adrenaline since sometime before his escape and that fuel only lasts so long. His compact body seemed to sag a little and he blinked a few times, a sure sign of fatigue.

‘I’m working on it,’ I said. ‘She’s my client and I feel responsible, but that’s a responsibility we share. You wouldn’t have done what you’ve done without thinking you could help her. Escaping’ll add years to your sentence. You must know that.’

Master appeared to lose interest in the pistol. He lowered it and brought his other hand up to his face, massaging a spot between his eyes. I guessed he had a throbbing headache.

‘We have to pool resources,’ I said. ‘I need to know what you know. You’re whacked. I reckon you’re safe here, at least for a while. I suggest you put down the guns and let Bryce’ get us something to drink and something for your headache. Then we talk and see if we can help Lorrie.’

He wavered. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Fuck you and your “I’m the boss” bullshit. See how close I am now? I reckon I could get to you before you could shoot me, because I’d know when I was going to move and you wouldn’t.’

‘What about Bryce?’

‘Bryce’ll do whatever we tell him. Won’t you, Bryce?’

O’Connor did some more nodding.

Master put his pistol on the coffee table, took mine out of his pocket and placed it there too. A metallic clink. ‘I’ve never shot anyone and I don’t want to start now,’ he said. ‘Unless I have to for Lorrie’s sake.’

We men of action treated O’Connor like a servant, getting him to bring us drinks and warning him to stay away from doors and windows and phones. At that point I decided I was wrong about O’Connor perhaps having been a professional footballer. I reckoned that if he’d played the game at all, it would only have been at his private school. What I’d taken for force and aggression now seemed more like bluff backed up by status and money and support staff. When Master had bailed him up after he’d left Lorrie’s office, it appeared he’d gone straight to water and had done everything he’d been told.

‘Where’d you get the gun?’ I asked.

‘The same place I got the clothes and the walking around money. Don’t worry about it. You say you’re working on finding Lorrie. Tell me. I’ve got some ideas. Maybe they fit together.’

I told him everything about the meeting with Black Andy Piper and the money. No reason not to. O’Connor brought in whisky, ice, soda and glasses. Master stared at the whisky longingly.

‘Beer,’ he said.

O’Connor produced two Crown Lagers. Master opened one and drank sparingly. ‘Been off it a while,’ he said. ‘The hard stuff’d knock me flat the way I feel.’

O’Connor poured himself a large scotch. ‘As your legal adviser, I-’

‘Shut up,’ Master snapped. ‘I’m still not sure you weren’t in on the fucking set-up.’

I mixed a weak scotch and soda with ice. ‘I don’t think he was. He probably knew something was queer before things went very far but he didn’t do anything about it.’

‘I deny it,’ O’Connor said.

Master drank a little more beer. ‘You probably wouldn’t have the guts. Okay, Hardy. Do you reckon Piper’s fair dinkum and can he do anything?’

‘Yes and yes. I wouldn’t say that except for the money he wants.’

‘How were you planning to get hold of that?’

I pointed at O’Connor, who almost spilled his drink.

Master nodded. ‘Good thinking.’

‘Impossible,’ O’Connor said. ‘That amount of money. Every bank transaction over ten thousand is-’

‘Don’t be naive, Bryce. I know people who’ll advance you that in cash in return for certain assurances, and Hardy does as well, probably.’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘I can think of a couple who’d advance him, not me.’

O’Connor slumped back deflated in his chair. The thought of being still further involved in this mess took away his brief flash of professional spirit. He undid his top shirt button, loosened his tie and worked on his triple scotch.

‘You said you had some ideas,’ I said to Master. ‘When you heard Lorrie had been taken you decided to get out. So you must have thought you could do something about it.’

‘That’s right. First off, I checked on the kids. Britt seems to have that under control.’

‘For now,’ I said. ‘Also Lorries office. I reckon that Fiona knows how to keep the lid on things. But the cops won’t stop asking questions about her and something’ll break pretty soon. That’ll put pressure on North. Black Andy’s my only hope. What about you?’

He turned the bottle around in his hands before tilting it up and taking another drink. The sinews were stretched tight in his throat and the easy movement of his arm underlined his fitness and flexibility. Master had demonstrated through his criminal life and just now that violence wasn’t his thing, but he’d be very dangerous indeed if it ever became his thing, and perhaps that time was getting close.

He was a long time making up his mind. He had a lot to think about, primarily who to trust. It all depended on how well he was functioning. I turned to O’Connor. ‘Brew up some coffee. Make it strong. And have you got any pep pills? You know, stuff to take to keep you awake when you’re working into the early hours on your clients’ behalf?’

He looked at me as though I was mad.

‘Nodoze,’ I said. ‘Dynamos. Caffeine tablets, for Christ’s sake.’

‘Guarana.’

I’d tried them. No effect whatever, but better than nothing. ‘Get some and give them to him with the coffee.’

Master gave me a grateful look and seemed to decide to speak. ‘Hardy, I don’t know..’

Then my mobile rang and we both jerked like stringed puppets. I pulled it from my pocket and flipped it open.

‘Hardy.’

‘Carmichael. We know your car is in for work in Surry Hills and that you’re driving a white Mitsubishi licence number WPC 832 with a red stripe on the bonnet and a roof rack. We’ve got a chopper up looking for Master and you’re on the list. We’ll find you. Be sensible.’

I cut the call.

‘What?’ Master said.

‘The cops, tracking me. O’Connor!’

He poked his head around the corner. ‘What? The coffee’s nearly ready.’

‘Put it in a thermos. Where did the police interview you?’

‘At my office. Why?’

‘They’ll search every location for every person involved. We have to get out of here.’

26

"Not me,’ O’Connor yelped. ‘I’m not going anywhere with you two lunatics.’

‘Yes you are, Bryce,’ Master said. His tiredness seemed to be in remission. ‘You’re going to climb back into your suit and get your briefcase and all the stuff that says how important you are and come with us.’

O’Connor mustered up a last shred of courage. ‘Or?’

‘Don’t try me, mate. Like Hardy says, I’m looking at life to nothing. It’d make no difference if I killed you.’

‘You wouldn’t.’

‘I might. That’s your worry. I just might.’

‘This is insane. Let the police come. Tell them everything. They’ll find this North character and your wife and-’

‘He’ll just give in, will he and cop a few murder charges? No way, I know him and others like him. He’ll clean the decks.’