Open File by Peter Corris

blinking on the office machine and Hampshire’s message told me he was at another set of serviced apartments, this time in Crows Nest. I rang and got him.
    ‘Hardy, what’s up?’
    ‘I’ve got some bad news for you.’
    ‘Justin, is he . . . ?’
    ‘No, it’s Angela. I’m sorry to have to tell you. She’s dead. She’s been murdered. The police came to me because I left my card in the house.’
    ‘My God.’
    ‘Yeah, it’s very bad. Are you in control now, not fucked up like yesterday?’
    ‘You don’t think I . . . ?’
    ‘You have to contact the police and cooperate with them. They’ll find you eventually and it’d be much better for you to do as I say.’
    ‘Angela, she . . .’
    ‘Don’t lose your grip. There’s your daughter to think of, and maybe, if Justin’s around somewhere and he hears, he might surface.’
    ‘D’you really think so?’
    ‘I haven’t the faintest fucking idea. Here’s the number of the cop who’s on the investigation team. Ring him and tell him where you are. He’ll have an answering service or a beeper or something. It’s going to be tough. You might have to identify her. You’d better be up to it. Have you got a lawyer?’
    I heard him suck in a breath as if he was gearing himself up for the ordeal. ‘I’ve got more lawyers hanging off me than I need.’
    ‘Alert one you can rely on.’
    ‘How do I say I heard about Angela?’
    It was a funny thing about the Hampshires—him, Angela, Sarah, and Justin as well for all I knew—they were bright enough to see the angles when they were under pressure. Maybe too bright for their own good. And that went with a capacity to put things in compartments, hold things back. We’re all like that, I suppose, but these people seemed to make an art form of it.
    ‘Tell them the truth, for Christ’s sake. I gave them your previous number. You moved and told me the new one. I told you about Angela and now you’re doing everythingyou can to help. Lie, and they’ll make things even harder for you.’
    ‘Thanks, Hardy.’
    ‘For what?’
    ‘For believing in me.’
    ‘I didn’t say that.’
    I rang off and left him to it. I didn’t make the point that Sarah would be his responsibility from now on. He had enough to worry about. I had to hope that the police didn’t find any evidence against him sufficient to hold him for more than the regulation time. Eventually I’d need more money if I was going to keep looking for Justin and the case had me completely hooked by now. I couldn’t see a connection between Angela’s death and my search, but I had to consider it.

9
    I had nothing to do but wait. I was due to see Pierre Fontaine at the hospice the next morning. More flak would be coming from the police, especially if they didn’t latch on to Ronny. I rang Viv Garner again and told him the cops hadn’t locked me up yet because I hadn’t done anything I shouldn’t.
    ‘I’ll take that with a sack of salt, Cliff,’ he said. ‘But call if you need me.’
    There was nothing in the office that required urgent attention but I filled in the time doing non-urgent things like putting a new ribbon in the typewriter. I listened to the news and got a repeat of the item about the woman killed at Church Point. No name, no developments. The next item was about the government’s idea for an identity card to be called the Australia Card. It’d have all the information on it you needed to get things you needed and all the information they needed to get you. I was against it, although I knew almost everything was on file about almost everyone somewhere.
    I remembered a friend named Jim telling me about the difficulty he had registering the name and details of hissecond illegitimate child. The Canberra official said illegitimate children couldn’t have siblings, not officially.
    ‘She’s got the same mother and father,’ Jim said.
    ‘Why don’t you just marry the woman and everything would be straightforward.’
    Jim, a big