sights.
‘What did I tell him?’ Trevor said. ‘It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. I’m still trying to put a game plan together. I’ve got a forensic scientist coming in later in the week to have a look at the contract and tell us what it all means. I’ve got Stuart Morrissey coming in today, that’s something. I’m going to talk to him myself.’
‘Morrissey?’
‘He volunteered, would you believe? His lawyer rang the hotline just after the news broke last night. He wanted to see us as soon as we could fit him in.’
‘What are you going to ask him?’
‘We’re giving him a light dusting over. We’ll get serious when we’ve got our information sorted out. He’s due about now if you want to watch.’
‘I think I will.’
‘That’s it so far. I don’t even know how much money I’ve got. Marvin hasn’t fucking told me. He’s still working it out, he says.’
‘Can I use your phone?’ Harrigan reached over and rang the commissioner’s personal assistant. ‘It’s Paul Harrigan here, Chloe. The special assistant commissioner’s neglected to send a copy of the preliminary budget to the task force. Has he given anything to the commissioner yet? Can you email a copy to Inspector Gabriel? If you could keep him informed as well. Thanks.’ He hung up. ‘She’s not stupid. She’ll keep you up to speed if Marvin wants to play games. You’ve got that dossier to get started on now.’
‘I’ll get a team on it,’ Trevor said. ‘We’ll have to work fast. If that is a secret service dossier, they’ll take it off us as soon as they know we’ve got it. Meantime, God is calling in the PIC. What else can happen?’
‘If the PIC do find anything, all hell will break loose,’ Harrigan said. ‘The hares are running, mate. I don’t know where they’ll finish up.’
‘This feels fucking dirty. I hate it when you don’t know who you can trust and who you can’t.’
‘We walk through the minefields carefully. Here’s something else I want you to look into.’ Harrigan handed over Sam Jonas’s card. ‘This is the woman who was waiting for me when I left Pittwater yesterday. She was asking far too many questions.’
‘This is the one who works for this Elena Calvo?’
‘That’s right. Find out what you can about Jonas and Calvo and check out Calvo’s connection to theminister. See if it’s got anything to do with this job or not.’
‘Sure thing. What’s this about you investing in Calvo’s company?’
‘I’m not investing in her company. I got them to send me some information. That’s it.’
‘It was just a question, boss.’
‘Don’t get any funny ideas, mate.’
Trevor held up his hands in a gesture of appeasement. There was a knock on the door. At Trevor’s call it was opened by one of his senior people, Ralph, looking cadaverous in his cheap suit.
‘Old Stewie’s here with his lawyer. Are you ready to go?’
‘Ready and willing. I got a bit of extra info this morning, mate, so if I drop it into the questioning, can you go with it?’
‘Sure. What’s the source?’
‘I’ll be briefing people about that later. Meanwhile, the boss will be watching this morning.’
‘No worries,’ Ralph said, only the blink of an eye indicating he was presumably always pleased to have Harrigan breathing down his neck whenever he was at work.
Stuart Morrissey was in the interview room standing with his hands in his pockets and his back to the door. When Trevor and Ralph walked in, he turned round, his eyes sharp in his deeply lined face. Through the one-way glass, Harrigan saw a shortish, thin man in his mid-fifties with greying hair. Stuart’s expensive clothes settled onto his narrow frame as if they were slightly too large for him. Knowing Morrissey as he did, Harrigan could only guess that one way or another some other poor sod had ended up paying for them.
Trevor had just got through the preliminaries when a man Harrigan knew to be one of Marvin’s sidekicks
‘What did I tell him?’ Trevor said. ‘It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. I’m still trying to put a game plan together. I’ve got a forensic scientist coming in later in the week to have a look at the contract and tell us what it all means. I’ve got Stuart Morrissey coming in today, that’s something. I’m going to talk to him myself.’
‘Morrissey?’
‘He volunteered, would you believe? His lawyer rang the hotline just after the news broke last night. He wanted to see us as soon as we could fit him in.’
‘What are you going to ask him?’
‘We’re giving him a light dusting over. We’ll get serious when we’ve got our information sorted out. He’s due about now if you want to watch.’
‘I think I will.’
‘That’s it so far. I don’t even know how much money I’ve got. Marvin hasn’t fucking told me. He’s still working it out, he says.’
‘Can I use your phone?’ Harrigan reached over and rang the commissioner’s personal assistant. ‘It’s Paul Harrigan here, Chloe. The special assistant commissioner’s neglected to send a copy of the preliminary budget to the task force. Has he given anything to the commissioner yet? Can you email a copy to Inspector Gabriel? If you could keep him informed as well. Thanks.’ He hung up. ‘She’s not stupid. She’ll keep you up to speed if Marvin wants to play games. You’ve got that dossier to get started on now.’
‘I’ll get a team on it,’ Trevor said. ‘We’ll have to work fast. If that is a secret service dossier, they’ll take it off us as soon as they know we’ve got it. Meantime, God is calling in the PIC. What else can happen?’
‘If the PIC do find anything, all hell will break loose,’ Harrigan said. ‘The hares are running, mate. I don’t know where they’ll finish up.’
‘This feels fucking dirty. I hate it when you don’t know who you can trust and who you can’t.’
‘We walk through the minefields carefully. Here’s something else I want you to look into.’ Harrigan handed over Sam Jonas’s card. ‘This is the woman who was waiting for me when I left Pittwater yesterday. She was asking far too many questions.’
‘This is the one who works for this Elena Calvo?’
‘That’s right. Find out what you can about Jonas and Calvo and check out Calvo’s connection to theminister. See if it’s got anything to do with this job or not.’
‘Sure thing. What’s this about you investing in Calvo’s company?’
‘I’m not investing in her company. I got them to send me some information. That’s it.’
‘It was just a question, boss.’
‘Don’t get any funny ideas, mate.’
Trevor held up his hands in a gesture of appeasement. There was a knock on the door. At Trevor’s call it was opened by one of his senior people, Ralph, looking cadaverous in his cheap suit.
‘Old Stewie’s here with his lawyer. Are you ready to go?’
‘Ready and willing. I got a bit of extra info this morning, mate, so if I drop it into the questioning, can you go with it?’
‘Sure. What’s the source?’
‘I’ll be briefing people about that later. Meanwhile, the boss will be watching this morning.’
‘No worries,’ Ralph said, only the blink of an eye indicating he was presumably always pleased to have Harrigan breathing down his neck whenever he was at work.
Stuart Morrissey was in the interview room standing with his hands in his pockets and his back to the door. When Trevor and Ralph walked in, he turned round, his eyes sharp in his deeply lined face. Through the one-way glass, Harrigan saw a shortish, thin man in his mid-fifties with greying hair. Stuart’s expensive clothes settled onto his narrow frame as if they were slightly too large for him. Knowing Morrissey as he did, Harrigan could only guess that one way or another some other poor sod had ended up paying for them.
Trevor had just got through the preliminaries when a man Harrigan knew to be one of Marvin’s sidekicks
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