people will wait for ever for revenge. Women are the worst.â
âNot necessarily,â said Malone. âWar veterans are as bad, some of them.â
âWe werenât at war with Blizzard,â said OâBrien.
He was aware of Clementsâ feeling towards him; for a moment he had looked unexpectedly uncomfortable. His hands gripped the seat of the chair beneath him like anchors; then they slowly relaxed, like an arthriticâs whose pain had been conquered. He moved stiffly, showing his shoulder to Clements, and looked at Malone.
âNone of us reported his cheating, not until they called us in and put it to us about what theyâd heard. I canât remember who it was who grassed, but then all the rest of us could do was nod and say yes, weâd done it. There were six of us, as I remember.â
Malone nodded, remembering the scene in the Inspectorâs office, hazy though the memory was, like a soft focus flashback in a television mini-series. At that time he thought they might all be dismissed from the academy; but Blizzardâs sin or crime or whatever you called it had been greater. Hazing, in those days, was tolerated in institutions as civilized barbarism, no worse than poofter-bashing. Blizzard had been doomed from the moment thatâhad it been Jim Knoble?âhad opened his mouth and told about the cheating. Frank Blizzard had gone from the academy by lunchtime next day.
âI was there when he went out the gates,â said OâBrien. âHe got out into Bourke Street and all of a sudden he went berserk, right off his bloody rocker. I couldnât hear half of what he was saying, he was standing out in the middle of the road, in the traffic, but I did hear him yell heâd blow the place up. Then he caught sight of me and he put his arms up, like he was holding a rifle, and made out he was shooting me.â
âWhat happened?â
âThey went out, brought him back and dumped him in a paddy-wagon and drove him somewhere. That was the last I saw of him. They didnât charge him, I think the idea was to get rid of him as quietly as they could. You know what it was like in those days, the less scandal about the police, the better.â
âWas he a bit of a psycho while he was at the academy?â Clements asked.
OâBrien looked at Malone; the latter shrugged. âHow would we know now? That was over twenty years ago. Incidentally, Iâve just remembered. It was Jim Knoble who dobbed him in.â
âWhereâs he now? Is he still in the force?â
âHeâs out at Randwick,â said Clements. âHeâs a senior sergeant. I bumped into him a coupla months ago at the races.â
âThatâs five of us accounted for,â said Malone and looked at the short list Clements had written down. âThat leaves Culp, Sam Culp. I havenât heard about him since we left the academy.â
âHas anyone heard anything of Blizzard?â said OâBrien.
âNo.â
âSo what do we do?â
âFirst, Iâll get permission to start a sweep for him, as wide as possible. Iâll get the other states and the Federal boys to co-operate.â He looked at Clements. âWeâll need some of your punterâs luck.â
âDonât ask for any of mine,â said OâBrien and grinned wryly.
Malone said, âIt might be an idea if you took a sudden trip overseas, get you out of harmâs way. Go and tie up another million-dollar deal.â
âYouâre kidding. I wouldnât cross the Harbour for chicken-feed like that.â For a moment there was a show of arrogance.
âRighto, do a ten-million-dollar deal.â Malone out of the corner of his eye could see Clements biting his lip, trying to stop himself from saying something cheap and nasty.
The arrogance suddenly subsided. âI canât. The NCSC and the Tax Department got together and got me to
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