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'Not just yet, thanks,' she said. 'We'll be lunching at twelve-thirty, Kevin. I'm going shopping. Goodbye, Mr Irish.'

'Pretty economically done, eh,' said Pixley, putting down a beer with a head like spun candy. 'I've got my instructions, you've got your marching orders.' He took a swallow of the colourless liquid in his own gla.s.s. There was just a hint of a tremble in his hand as he raised it. 'Now,' he said, 'why are you snooping around for Ms Linda Hillier? Didn't I used to see your name in the papers defending criminal slime?'

'This is just a little job Linda thinks a lawyer might be useful for. I'm not quite sure why. Did she tell you what it's about?'

'Something about planning. Sounded like a c.o.c.k and bull story to me.'

He finished his drink and turned to the serving counter.



He took down a bottle of Gilbey's gin and poured half a gla.s.s. Then he added a dash of tonic and stirred the mixture with a big finger.

'Cheers,' he said. 'I'm not supposed to drink. f.u.c.k 'em. What else is there?' He took a sip and licked his lips. 'She thought a lawyer might be useful, hey? Be the first time. Cabinet was full of b.l.o.o.d.y suburban lawyers. Think they're the b.l.o.o.d.y chosen race.'

'We're looking at decisions like the one to close the Hoagland estate,' I said. 'It leaked out in May 1984. We're interested in what happened in Cabinet.'

Pixley put his gla.s.s on the bar, put his elbows on the counter and looked me in the eyes.

'This is about Yarrabank, right? What's the s.h.i.thole going to be called now?'

'Yarra Cove,' I said.

'Yarra f.u.c.king Cove. That what it's about?'

'Yes.'

'What are you lot trying to do?'

'It's just a general piece of planning.'

He gave me a smile of pure disbelief. 'Planning s.h.i.t, Jack,' he said. 'I've been dealing with the f.u.c.king media for forty years. Ms Hillier thought she'd have a better chance of getting me to tip a bucket if she sent you.' He leant forward until his face was a handspan from mine. 'I've got it, haven't I?'

I sat back on my stool. There wasn't going to be a general discussion about planning. 'Well, I suppose there's a public service element in shafting the shaftworthy.'

Pixley laughed, a throat-clearing sound. 'I can think of a couple of dozen shaftworthies,' he said. 'So ask me a question.'

I took out my notebook. 'Who made the decision to close Hoagland?'

He shook his head in mock admiration. 'You've got good timing, Jack. I was looking at '84 in my diaries the day before yesterday. The answer is Lance Pitman. He convinced the Premier that shutting the h.e.l.lhole was a good idea. Stop all the publicity about rapes and fires and general mayhem in the place. Thought he had it all st.i.tched up, usual breezy fait a-f.u.c.king-ccompli style. Then he got to Cabinet and some people weren't happy.'

'But the Premier overruled them?'

'No. Harker didn't try too hard to get his way. There wasn't a decision taken then. Pitman looked like he'd been bitten in a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. He couldn't believe Harker wouldn't push it through.'

Pixley paused to drink. 'Stage two. After the meeting, someone leaked it that Cabinet had approved closing the place. Next afternoon, we had the usual rent-a-lefty crowd outside Parliament screaming "Save Hoagland". b.l.o.o.d.y unions making threats. And some cop jockey rides his horse over a t.w.a.t in a wheelchair.'

'So at that point the Premier could simply have said it wasn't going to happen? Hadn't been approved by Cabinet.'

'And that's what he was going to say, mate. That's what I advised him to do. I heard him tell Pitman that was what he was going to do. He was nervous as h.e.l.l about the protests. Never expected a reaction like that. Walking up and down in his office saying, "That f.u.c.king little b.i.t.c.h". We had an election coming up, all the bleeding hearts in the party on the phone to him saying we had to soften our image after the way we chainsawed the b.l.o.o.d.y power workers. Last thing anyone wanted was all the clergy and the social welfare industry getting on heat. Next thing you find b.l.o.o.d.y independents coming up in the marginals like p.r.i.c.ks at a pyjama party. What Harker was scared of was that the party would lose the election and blame it on him closing b.l.o.o.d.y Hoagland. He wasn't going to close it in a fit.'

'But he did?'

'Well, everything changed in a flash when the Jeppeson woman got hit by that p.r.i.c.k.'

'What happened in Cabinet?'

'The woman was running the whole protest single-handed. We didn't know that. Once she was gone, it just fizzled out. Meantime, Pitman's people are putting it around that the Premier's authority is on the line, battle for control of Cabinet, leadership challenge brewing, all that sort of s.h.i.t.'

'So what happened?'

'Harker jumped on all the people who'd opposed closing Hoagland. We had a Cabinet meeting and now everybody's c.r.a.pping on about we can't have mob rule, need a show of support for the Premier, in the public interest to close the dungheap anyway, that sort of s.h.i.t.'

'So Lance Pitman won.'

'That's right. Touch and go for the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, though. That Jeppeson woman came within a rat's foreskin of getting the closure stopped.' Pixley started coughing and only stopped when he took a mouthful of gin and tonic. 'Jesus, if it's not one thing it's another,' he said weakly. 'Can't even take a p.i.s.s any more without splashing my boots.'

'And when the estate was sold, there was a bit of a barney over that, wasn't there?'

Pixley studied me for a while. 'You could say that. In spades.'

I said, 'Pitman wanted to sell it without calling for tenders.'

'That's right. Stank like last week's roadkill.'

'Why's that?'

'Well, people who knew Pitman didn't swallow all the bulls.h.i.t about we'll never get an offer this high again if we put it out to tender until doomsday.'

'What did they know about Pitman?'

He studied me some more, the tic going in his eye. Then he knocked back his drink and busied himself fixing another one. He poured me a beer in a clean gla.s.s without asking.

When he handed it to me, he said, 'Let me tell you something about my life, Jack. I joined the party with my dad when he came back from the war. I was seventeen. I just missed the war. I wanted to go, lie about my age, be a hero, fight the b.l.o.o.d.y j.a.ps. Mum wouldn't hear of it. And I couldn't bring myself to go without her blessing.'

He took a sip and studied his gla.s.s. 'Four blokes in my cla.s.s went. Just the one came back. You couldn't recognise him. Just bones. A skeleton. Bobby Morrisey was his name, little fellow. Never well again in his life. f.u.c.king j.a.ps. There were lots of blokes like that around where we lived. Think the local MP would do anything for them? Not on your b.l.o.o.d.y life. Too busy fighting factional wars to give a b.u.g.g.e.r about the voters. Well, I ended up taking that seat from the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. No-one thought it was possible. There wasn't even a branch of the party there when I joined. When I got into Parliament I did what I could for Bobby Morrisey and the others. Felt I owed it to them. Something personal, like they'd gone instead of me. Nonsense that, but there you are.'

I nodded. I didn't see where this was going and time was running out before Mrs Pixley closed the proceedings.

Pixley did some more coughing. 'What I need is a f.u.c.king smoke,' he said. 'Don't have one on you? No. b.l.o.o.d.y woman searches the house like the Gestapo. b.u.g.g.e.r that. Thing is, Jack, I found it wasn't an unusual thing to do, look after people. Sure, there were a lot of toffee-nosed d.i.c.kheads on our side. But they weren't in there to feather their own b.l.o.o.d.y nests, not in those years. That's why I couldn't understand people like Lance Pitman when they came in, when I realised what the c.u.n.ts wanted out of politics.'

He looked away for a while, down the bar. Then he jerked his head around and said, 'Nice house this, eh Jack? Cost a bit more than my super, you'll say to yourself. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Pitman put it around that it came out of graft. He's still putting it around, every chance he gets. Well, I'll tell you where it came out of. It came out of me mum's will, that's where. And she got it from Uncle Les when he died in Queensland. I'm not saying the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d was straight. I'm not saying he got it by the sweat of his brow. There's a lot of stories about him. But it came to me out of the cleanest hands on earth.'

Pixley lapsed back into coughing. His eyes were streaming. The big bar clock said 12.15. I'd have to come back. I gestured and made to stand up. He waved me down.

'Sit. I'm not done. Pitman. I'm talking about Pitman. You want to know about him? That's why you're here, isn't it?'

I nodded.

'This is all off the record, right? That b.l.o.o.d.y newspaper even suggests I'm a source, you'll find out I've still got friends, understand me?'

I nodded again.

'Yes, well, Lance Pitman. Mr Lucky, we used to call him. No bigger disgrace to the party ever walked. It means nothing to him, dogs.h.i.t. He was a f.u.c.king little real estate agent out there in Allenby when he saw the whole place was changing. All the basketweavers and potmakers and b.l.o.o.d.y unemployed architects making houses out of mudcakes were moving back to Carlton and the place was filling up with young people with kids, big mortgages. Next thing he's joined the party, he's branch secretary, he's signed on hundreds of these beancounters and computer salesmen. Before you look the c.u.n.t's in Parliament. He'd have joined the n.a.z.i Party if he thought it would carry Lance Pitman to glory.'

Behind me, Jackie Pixley said, 'Lunch is served, Kevin. You'll have to excuse us, Mr Irish.' Her voice was as cold as the wind on Station Pier.

Pixley's eyes narrowed. 'Leave us alone, woman,' he said. 'It'll be closing time for me soon e-b.l.o.o.d.y-nough. And get me my diary for 1980.'

I heard her turn on her heel on the polished boards. It made a squeak. We sat in silence. Inside a minute she was back, slamming a leatherbound book down on the bar and leaving. Squeak.

'Nice girl,' Pixley said. 'Met her on the plane to Europe after Ellen shot through. My second wife, that was. She couldn't stand being alone. Took to f.u.c.king plumbers, electricians, any bloke in overalls with a tool. Now Jackie can't bear that I can't go out much. And the b.l.o.o.d.y people around here don't want to know us. Christ knows what that'll lead to.'

'I can come back,' I said.

'b.u.g.g.e.r that. I'm warmed up. How's your drink? I'll give you another one.'

When he'd poured the drinks, he said, 'Anyway, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d went around brown-nosing every living thing in the caucus. We get into office in '76 and Pitman's in Cabinet. Minister for Police. That's a laugh. He should've been the first one arrested. But they liked him there, the cops. He made a lot of cop friends. They know a shonk when they see one. He howled like a dingo when Harker moved him to Housing.'

I didn't have time for a complete history of the Harker government. 'About Yarrabank,' I said.

He ignored the hint. 'What the b.a.s.t.a.r.d really wanted was Planning,' he said. 'He'd have put on lipstick and a party frock and sucked off the whole caucus for Planning. But not even Harker was stupid enough to give it to him. Not then, anyway. Later on, they were like b.u.mboys.'

I said, 'Why did he want it so badly?'

Pixley looked at me sadly. 'Come on, Jack. Where've you been? Cause that's where the big graft is. That's where the big boys play.'

'And that was your portfolio.'

'From '80 till '84. Then Harker dumped me for Lucky Lance over the Hoagland sale. Just before the voters dumped the b.l.o.o.d.y lot of us. I never took a quid, not a bottle of Scotch, in the job. And it was lying around. Made some f.u.c.king horrible decisions, mind you. Some places in the city I can't hardly bear to go. Still. b.l.o.o.d.y honest c.o.c.kups. Pure ignorance and led by the nose by certain people in the department. Some of them pals of Lance Pitman. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d came to see me in '80. I'll find it here.'

He picked up the diary with 1980 in gold on its cover and riffled through the gilt-edged pages. 'Got it. Listen: '"Pitman came to see me this morning. Slimy as ever. Said he understands that I'm much more suited to the job than he could ever be. Knows all about Ellen. Said it's a tragedy the way women don't understand the demands of high office, etc etc. Beat around the bush till I asked him what he wanted. Nothing, he says. Just wanted to say he's there if I need anything. Then he asked would I like some company. He's got a young woman friend, lost her husband, understands grief and so on. Told him no thanks. He hung around a bit more, then asked me how I was going on the Baygate project. I said it was going through due process. He said he thought it would be bad for the party's image with business if it got knocked back. Also, the developers were likely to be generous donors at election time. I didn't show any interest. Then he asked me if I'd heard there was a chance ColdRoads could put their new packing plant in my electorate. I said I thought it was going to Orbison. That wasn't settled yet, he said. Raelene came in and said my appointment had arrived. At the door, Pitman turned around and said, as if he'd just remembered it, that, by the way, did I know that the major shareholders in Baygate were also on the board of ColdRoads. I don't have any doubt about his meaning, but I don't want to go to Harker with something the b.a.s.t.a.r.d will say was just an innocent remark."'

He looked up at me. 'You know what happened?'

I shook my head.

'Baygate got built. I couldn't bring myself to throw it out just because Pitman wanted it built. I should have. That was a good enough reason. But I wanted it to be a fair planning decision. And the department was divided about it. So I ended up going along with the senior man, a bloke called Malcolm Bleek, who reckoned it was a good thing. And come the election, some of the directors of the company, in their individual capacities mark you, came over with big contributions to the party.'

'Could be just sound business practice,' I said.

'Bulls.h.i.t. But listen to this. Peterslee was always a marginal seat. Held it because people trusted me, b.u.g.g.e.r my party. But it only took about three hundred p.r.i.c.ks to cross over and I'm gone. And in this business you don't come back. Ten days before the election, ColdRoads Australia announces it's putting its new plant in my electorate. Jobs in construction, a whole lot of new permanent jobs. Like a marginal MP's wet dream, eh?'

I said, 'You're saying Pitman believed you'd delivered the goods.'

'I don't think he was sure. But he came in to see me again after the election. Before he could open his mouth, I said to him, "You slimy little s.h.i.t, if you ever mention the name of a project to me again, that project is dead in the water. I don't care what it is, can be the landing strip for the second coming, it is f.u.c.king stone dead." He never said a word, just turned and walked.'

Pixley stared into his gla.s.s. 'Like I said, Jack, your timing's good. Three months ago, I'd have told you to f.u.c.k off. I took the view that I couldn't get Pitman without hurting the party. And I couldn't do that. Party's been my whole life. Been everything to me. Cost me two marriages, kids who don't want to know me, but that was my choice.'

He finished his drink. 'One for the road,' he said and set to work again.

I drained my beer and waited for him in silence. When he'd put the gla.s.s in front of me, he said, 'Mortality, that's what changed my mind. I was lying in the Epworth waiting for the knife and I thought about dying and f.u.c.king Lance Pitman coming to my funeral. I thought, f.u.c.k me, if I come out of this and a chance comes up, I'll shaft the f.u.c.ker. It'll hurt the party, but in the long run not shafting him will hurt it more.'

'Is there likely to be any kind of evidence against him?'

'You and Ms Hillier are going to have to find that out. Let me tell you the rest of the story.'

Pixley seemed to have gone down a gear. His eyelids were drooping. He shook himself alert. 'About a year after Baygate, the same senior man in my department talked me into chucking out a planning decision against a company called Hexiod Holdings. Big shopping mall in Apsley. Millions involved. I also had the local MP camping in my office and a man called Ma.s.sey, Dix Ma.s.sey. Know of him?'

'Owns racehorses.'

'And other things. He's Charis Corp's chief c.o.c.ksucker and standover man. Well, a couple of months later the same man in my department, Bleek, comes to see me. He's sweating blood. He says there are things he wants to tell me but he wants indemnity first.'

Pixley drank deeply. 'I said, "Tell me what it's about, I'll think about the indemnity." He won't. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d wants forgiveness before confession. We went on like this for a while, I told him to go away and think about it, come back tomorrow. He comes back the next day, says he had a brainstorm, he was talking rubbish on medication. Stress. Overwork. He's taking sick leave. Please forget about the matter. Never came back. Early retirement. Never set foot in the building again. He's dead now. Killed himself about six months later.'

'You're saying this was connected with Pitman?'

Pixley shrugged. 'You can make your own connections. You know the name of the company that had the foresight to buy Hoagland?'

'Yes. Hexiod Holdings.'

He nodded. 'That's the company. Sold it to Charis Corporation the other day, I see.'

'Can I get this straight?' I asked. 'You're saying that Pitman closed down Hoagland so that Hexiod could buy the site and turn it over to Charis?'

'Draw your own f.u.c.king conclusions.' He leaned forward. 'What do you reckon's the company that ended up building Baygate?'

'Charis?'

'Fast learner. That's right. Came from nothing to be one of the biggest developers in the state in about ten years. b.l.o.o.d.y miraculous. And now Pitman's in the Planning chair again, old Joe Kwitny's two boys can get seriously rich. Charles and b.l.o.o.d.y Andrew really can't miss now. Next thing the Kwitnys are going to want their pederast pal Father f.u.c.king Gorman in Parliament.'

Father Gorman's fulsome tribute to Joseph Kwitny came back to me. 'Close to the Father, are they?' I asked.

'Old Joe's the biggest donor to that shonky foundation of his. And I think Dix Ma.s.sey's one of the directors or whatever they call them.'

Pixley had another coughing fit. When it stopped, he pushed his gla.s.s away. He looked utterly worn out. 'I've said enough, Jack. Time for some lettuce and my nap.'

I stood up. 'Just one last thing,' I said. 'The death of Anne Jeppeson.'

'Spot of luck for Mr Lucky Pitman, eh? Or do people make their own luck? See yourself out, Jack. Come again.'

I said thanks again. On the way out, I saw Jackie Pixley looking out at the bay. I said goodbye and she said something without turning.

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