right to be there as anyone.â
I agreed that she had, then asked her what she thought of the interview Gail had rung me to say sheâd recorded.
âIt was okay,â Margot said carefully.
âSomeone broke into my house and trashed my office,â I told her. âTheyâd already tried hacking into my computer.â
âWhat were they looking for?â
âI donât know.â
âMaybe it was the challenge. Like breaking into NASA?â
âOnly harder,â I said. We laughed. Margot relaxed with a sigh, and replaced her wig carefully in its box.
âHereâs the funny thing,â I said. âIâve got my sights on Ken Dollimore.â
Margotâs face showed no more than a neutral kind of interest.
âAre you sure he never came to see you?â
âQuite sure.â
I took advantage of her lighter mood to ask, âDid you and Eden Carmichael have sex?â
âMany times.â
âHere in Canberra?â
âIn Sydney.â
âWhere did you work in Sydney?â
âItâs closed now.â
âWhere was it?â
âThe buildingâs been pulled down.â
âHow did it start, you and Eden?â
âHe turned up one day. I got him.â
âHow old were you?â
âNineteen.â Margotâs expression hardened, and she stared at me as though I needed to be taught a lesson. âMen get obsessed,â she explained. âMen in their fifties. With young women. Girls.â
âCarmichael was obsessed with you?â
Margot narrowed her eyes and looked superior. âYou can make a lot of money out of them. Canberraâs perfect for it. Middle-aged men away from home on a regular basis. Three months here, three months gone. They think that going home will cure them.â
âBut Carmichael was a local politician.â
âOh, Ed wasnât like them. He was young when we met. And it wasnât me he asked to see either. It was a blonde with big tits.â
âBut he noticed you.â
âWe had a line-up.â
âYou donât do line-ups here?â
âI always hated them. Most clients accept what theyâre given.â
âAnd the ones who donât?â
âGo somewhere else.â
âHow did it start?â
âThe blonde left. He ended up with me.â
âHe wanted to dress up in womenâs clothes?â
âOh, no. That came later. Ed was very shy. I tried to remember what Iâd been told aboutâwhen they were having trouble.â Margot laughed again, recalling her mistakes with something like affection. âI was hopeless.â
âBut he asked for you again.â
âI nearly refused. If Iâd been older and surer of myself, I would have.â
âThe dress and the wig wereââ
Margot interrupted. Again, I felt that she was teaching me a lesson. âLike most men, Ed didnât want to talk about his problem,â she said briskly. âHe just wanted me to fix it. I was wearing a blue dress one night. It was summer, hot and humid. I tried to put it on him for a joke. Ed had had a few drinks, and so had I by then. I pulled the dress over his head. I couldnât do the buttons up, and the stitching at the waistband broke. He looked ridiculous. We laughed, and couldnât stop. It was so hot, andââ Margot paused, her expression far away.
âWhat happened then?â
âEd had his own dress made. Like mine, only bigger.â
âHow long did it go on?â
âUntil I left.â
âWhere did you go?â
âIâd had enough. Iâd saved quite a bit of money.â
âDid you tell him you were leaving?â
âWhat could I have said?â
âGoodbye comes to mind.â
âI gave Ed a lot, more than any client has a right to ask for.â
âHow did you feel when he turned up here?â
âIâve been in the business
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