‘Does anyone else know?’
‘Just you. It was the best thing about this operation for me. Knowing he was there for you to rely on.’
‘I almost wish I hadn’t sat in on that interview,’ she said. ‘I don’t think I found out anything. He didn’t answer any questions. It was their words; they did all the talking.’
‘He’ll never tell us anything. He’ll just live in his head till he dies. Lucky him.’
‘Whatever else I do, I’m going to forget about him,’ Grace said. ‘Once this is all over, it’s going to be like he never existed. I’m promising myself that.’
Proving she was nothing if not thorough and reliable, Harrigan’s retainer sent him one last piece of information by email. She had found a picture of Rafael Santos in a newspaper from the early 1930s. He had made it to the society pages, attending a debutante ball somewhere in the eastern suburbs.
Mr Rafael Santos is visiting our shores from far-away Argentina where he is in the cattle business. ‘I am hoping we can establish commercial ties between our two great nations,’ he told our journalist. ‘In the meantime, I am enjoying your wonderful hospitality and your beautiful harbour. And the ball, of course.’
Harrigan studied the photograph. A handsome man who looked more like his grandson than his son. He looked at the date. A little less than ten months before Frank Wells had been born. Did Rafael Santos meet Amelie Warwick at the debutante ball, ask her to dance? Did she think she was in love? Did he care for her? Or was he just someone with an eye for the main chance? Did he panic when he realised what he’d got himself into? Or did he meet with such hostility from her parents that he ran anyway, rather than live like that? Or was he just a conman, someone who’d never been anywhere near Argentina, a chancer living on his wits who did what he had to do before making a run for it?
Nothing in this photograph could answer any of Harrigan’s questions. He didn’t even save it. He deleted it and sent his retainer a request for her invoice. Time to let the past go. It had done enough damage.
Meanwhile, it was time to collect Ellie from Kidz Corner. He left the house, pleased to be doing something ordinary.
The quiet room hadn’t changed since the last time Grace had sat in there. The debriefs were finished, the reports had been made, the evidence collated. Clive had asked her to see him today. This suited her; she was ready to talk to him now. He smiled at her when she sat down, his papers in front of him. She was also carrying a folder.
‘I want to congratulate you again,’ he said. ‘Griffin’s arrest is a very important development. We now have a map of most of his network. He was very skilled with finance. He ran a slick and effective operation.’
‘He has a good mind,’ Grace said. ‘Pity he used it the way he did.’
‘I’m authorising you to be paid a bonus and I’m also giving you a pay rise. You’ve earned it.’
He smiled. She didn’t smile back.
‘Thank you.’
‘I have another offer as well.’
‘Yes?’
‘I’m looking to recruit a number of people to be my 2ICs. I’d like you to consider taking up one of those positions. I can’t do this job forever and someone has to take over when I go. This is your chance to put your hat in the ring.’
‘What would that involve?’ she asked. ‘Me working closely with you on a regular basis? Long hours?’
‘The hours would be more demanding, but you’ve got your partner to look after your daughter for you. Yes, you would be working closely with me. That’s the point. But it is a step forward in your career.’
‘I shot a woman that night.’
‘The autopsy showed that it was the police marksman’s bullet that killed Sara McLeod, not yours.’
‘I still shot her. I’m not sure I ever want to do that again.’
‘In this position, you won’t have to,’ Clive said.
‘Someone else does the dirty work.’
‘You handled that situation very well. Whatever you think, you have a great deal of potential. Maybe you’d like time to think this over.’
‘No, I’ve already done my thinking,’ she said, and, opening the folder she’d brought with her, took out an envelope. ‘This is my resignation. I’ll complete any outstanding tasks, I’ll be available for debriefings and court appearances as required, but I want to leave by the end of the month.’
‘Why?’ Clive asked, suddenly angry, suppressing it quickly.
‘It’s all in there.’
‘I don’t think the real reason will be there. People don’t put those things on paper.’
‘That night there were two things you didn’t do. I asked you to ring Harrigan. You didn’t.’
‘I didn’t have the time. To point out the obvious, he wasn’t able to answer his phone.’
‘You should have tried to call him. I was going into a situation where my life was in danger. He had a right to know. You also told me you would pull me out as soon as I asked you to. You didn’t.’
‘If your partner hadn’t gone in there and interfered with Griffin’s information in the first place, we would have come in.’
‘I gave you the pull-out signal before we knew those records were missing. Then I called you twice more when I was in great danger. You said you would come in and you didn’t.’
‘I’ve handled this whole affair with great discretion. Your partner’s investigations could have derailed this operation. I could have charged him if I wanted to, but I haven’t. I think you should consider that.’
‘His being there probably saved my life. Why didn’t you come in?’
Grace’s question was greeted with silence.
‘Why leave me there?’ she asked again. ‘They took my wire. You couldn’t even hear what was happening.’
‘I told you that Griffin’s business records were our main prize. I needed to find out whether he would go and get them when he left Duffys Forest. I’ve been through your notes in detail. They’re as good as listening in. We know who our man is and we have him. He’ll never see the outside of a prison wall again.’
‘He didn’t go and get those records. And you were almost too late to stop him killing the both of us.’
There was silence. Clive closed his folder and sat there staring at her.
‘All right. Consider your resignation accepted. You can leave as soon as you’ve finished anything that’s outstanding. Today, if possible. Don’t worry, you’ll still get your bonus.’
‘Then I’ll say goodbye.’
He didn’t speak.
She got to her feet and walked to the door. She glanced back to say goodbye one more time but he was staring down at the table. She walked out, closing the door behind her silently. Later, she’d think that he hadn’t been able to break her to fit the mould he’d wanted and she would always be one of his failures. At the time, she only wanted to clear her desk and go.
‘What will you do?’ Harrigan asked.
They were sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee. Ellie was alternately playing and demanding their attention.
‘I don’t know,’ she replied, taking Ellie up onto her lap.
‘Go back to the police?’
‘No. It was too much like a snake pit the last time I was there.’
‘Work with me.’
She smiled, shaking her head. ‘Too close.’
‘Then let’s have a party,’ he said.
‘Why?’
‘To celebrate our non-marriage.’
She laughed. ‘Why do we need to do that?’
‘Because it must be safe to do it. No one can touch us now, babe. We’ve been through it all. Call it a break with the old world. A chance to get rid of the past. We can be normal.’
‘We could have a party,’ she said. ‘Invite everybody. Play lots of music. Dance all night. Ellie, here’s your chance to be at your parents’ non-wedding. You can embarrass your first boyfriend’s family by telling them all about it.’
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Yes. But I still have to work out what to do for a living.’
‘Think of the world as your oyster,’ he said.