Free Black Tide by Peter Temple

can’t get my head around this, I believed him, it was two days after, he comes around here, and he says, that look on his face, he says, “I’ve had enough, the force is totally corrupt, won’t be a part of it, I’ve resigned.’’ I thought he was a hero. Serpico. You ever see that film Serpico? About the honest cop?’
    I nodded.
    ‘The prick is Serpico in reverse.’
    ‘You know that?’
    ‘That’s what the other cops say. After I kicked Gary out all these lovely cops from Russell Street pop around the flat, concerned for my welfare, you understand, not trying to get into my pants, just checking that everything’s all right. Basically looking for an easy screw. According to these heroes Gary was consorting with some very bad people, should have been busted much earlier, that sort of thing.’
    ‘Don’t know the details?’
    ‘Never asked. Didn’t care.’
    ‘How long was it from the time he left the force to when you broke up?’
    ‘About a year: 1984.’
    ‘And you didn’t hear the stories till then. So you broke up for other reasons.’
    She leaned back in her chair, put her chin up. ‘You could say. Yes, other reasons. I’d put up with being bashed about. Don’t know why. Reason two, he was rooting my little sister. How did I find out? She told me. Why did she do that? Reason three. She was really, really upset. She’d walked in on him rooting my mother.’
    I nodded. The practice of the law teaches you that some things require no comment.
    ‘What sort of work did he do after the force?’
    ‘Worked for a transport company. Security. What else can ex-cops do? It’s that or deal drugs, armed robbery.’
    ‘Remember the name of the company?’
    ‘TransQuik. They were much smaller then.’
    Every time you turned a corner you seemed to be behind a TransQuik truck.
    ‘Know how long that lasted?’
    ‘Still there when I put his case out with the rubbish.’
    ‘Well,’ I said, ‘that gives me a bit of a feeling for Gary.’
    Judy smiled the smile of resignation. ‘Wish I’d developed a bit of a feeling for the shit before I married him. As a matter of interest, where does he live now?’
    ‘Toorak. Very smart apartment. Drives an Audi.’
    ‘Jesus,’ she said. ‘And I’m still in Richmond with a clapped-out Corolla. Hope you find the bastard. Don’t suppose there’s any chance he could go to jail for this?’
    ‘No. You wouldn’t know anything about the second wife, would you?’
    Two more customers came in. ‘Would indeed. Got to get to work,’ said Judy, getting up. ‘Friend of mine goes to this hairdresser in Little Collins Street, UpperCut it’s called, these two Poms run it, trained by Vidal Sassoon, all that crap. Well, one day the one Pom says Chrissy, his best girl, the bitch, is getting married. To the most divine man, he says. Gary Connors, that’s his name. What’s he look like? It’s Gary.’
    I said, ‘Chrissy. When would that have been?’
    She puffed her cheeks, exhaled. ‘About ’85. Around there. She’s a Housing Commission girl, apparently, Chrissy. Broadmeadows. Not that that matters.’
    ‘You’ve been a big help, Judy. Thanks.’
    She touched my arm. ‘Give my love to Des. Tell him to come in any day he feels like lunch. Cab’s on me.’
    ‘I’ll tell him. Make his day.’
    Outside, the sun was gone and a cold, insistent wind was running through the town. I walked to Collins Street, chin tucked in, thinking about Gary. If he could defraud his father, he probably made a habit of taking people’s money. The other victims might be less passive than Des. Gary could well be on the run. That probably meant Des’s money was history, but there would be no knowing until Gary was found. I didn’t fancy my chances.
    At the office, I found the shopping dockets I’d taken from Gary’s kitchen. The most recent one was from a bottle shop in Prahran. On April 3, Gary bought a case of beer and six bottles of wine and paid an employee called Rick