Man In The Shadows ch-11 Read online

  ‘But you want me to tell you something.’

  ‘Right. The Southwood Hospital in Sutherland. Might you have something on it?’

  ‘We might. I might have time to look. You might call me, eh?’

  ‘Thanks, Frank. Good about Hilde and the kid.’

  ‘I told you they had measles, you prick.’

  I squeezed out of that somehow. When I put the phone down Greenway was closing the diary. He got a crumpled, much-used tissue out of his pocket and wiped his eyes. ‘Shit,’ he said.

  ‘Are you talking about yourself?’

  ‘You didn’t do such a great job either.’

  ‘Right. I feel like making some kind of amends, what about you?’

  ‘What can we do?’

  ‘We can break about five laws and take a look at the records of Southwood Hospital’

  14

  Greenway made more coffee and we drank that and then started on beer. I gave him my doctor theory and we looked through Annie’s diary for medicos. We came upon ‘Dr Charley’, the druggies’ friend, whom Greenway knew.

  ‘Not him,’ he said. ‘He’s out of his brain himself most of the time.’

  We got ‘Dr S.’ and ‘Dr K.’ from the diary. S. would be Smith whom I’d met. K. meant nothing to either of us. Greenway began prowling the room restlessly. ‘How about checking the registration records to see if a doctor at the hospital has a white Volvo?’ he said.

  ‘That’d be harder than you think. Most doctors are incorporated these days, their cars are registered to their companies. Or they lease them. It’d be easier to go and look in the car park.’

  ‘Well?’

  ‘Yeah, maybe, but would you go to work in a car you’d used the way that Volvo was used yesterday? I wouldn’t.’

  ‘Hey!’ He dug around in a pile of newspapers on a chair, bent and looked on the floor. ‘Shit!’

  ‘What?’

  ‘He took my gun!’

  ‘Great! Well, it could be worse. It only had one shell in it.’

  ‘No. I loaded the full clip at home yesterday.’

  I shook my head. ‘Well, it’s not so bad. We’re looking for a strong, bald doctor with a white Volvo, a fully loaded Browning Nomad and a thick moustache.’

  Greenway shook his head slowly. I looked at him enquiringly. ‘I dunno about the moustache. I’ve remembered what I was trying to recall before. From acting-I smelled that spirit gum you use to stick on false beards and moustaches.’

  I gave him a small round of applause. ‘Terrific recall. And I’ve just thought of something else.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘It could’ve been used to stick down a bald wig.’

  We both laughed.

  Greenway was exhausted from his long day and sleepless night. He sank lower in his chair and his eyes kept closing and I had to tell him to go to bed.

  ‘What’re you going to do?’

  ‘Make telephone calls. Really run up a bill. We’re still using this bastard’s money, aren’t we?’

  He yawned. ‘Suppose so. Okay, I’ll snatch an hour.’

  Within ten minutes he was sleeping deeply, looked like he’d be out for six hours at least. I left a note in case I was wrong and drove to my office in St Peter’s Lane. That was a waste of petrol and effort. Nothing there needing attention. No lonely clients with Rita Hayworth legs. Even Primo Tomasetti the tattooist, with whom I could usually waste some time, was on holidays and his establishment was closed. I knew why I was there of course-to check the mail and the answering machine for messages from Helen. I didn’t know whether I wanted a message or not, but there was nothing.

  Back in Bondi, I bought a late lunch-two big salad sandwiches-and a six pack in Campbell Parade and ate one sandwich and drank one can sitting on the grass and looking out to sea. It was fine and warm with a clear sky and a pollution-clearing breeze. When I was young I’d come here to surf. Now they came to score-and surf, probably. It was confusing. I examined the big painting on a signboard which showed what the redevelopment of the foreshore would look like-park, playground, pavilion. It didn’t look any different which was fine by me; I like Bondi the way it is.

  Greenway was still asleep. I’d shaken the cans a bit and the one I opened in the kitchen sprayed. I swore and dropped another can. Greenway woke up and came stumbling into the kitchen. I handed him the frothing can.

  ‘Brunch,’ I said.

  ‘Great.’ He lifted the dripping can and took a long pull. I examined him while he was drinking; he was tanned and lean, almost thin but not unhealthy looking. I pointed to the sandwich on the kitchen table and he fell on it. If he was carrying the AIDS germ it hadn’t done any damage yet to his appetite or powers of recovery.

  He munched and spoke around the lettuce and carrot. ‘Well, what now?’

  ‘You go to the clinic where you met Annie. Ask around. See if anyone was asking for her, or you. Try your description of your assailant on people.’

  ‘Description? Assailant?’

  ‘Improvise. Do your best. Wouldn’t be a computer buff, would you? I looked around but you don’t seem to have equipped yourself with a PC yet.’

  ‘I know a bit about them,’ he said huffily. ‘I can get by. Why?’

  ‘The hospital’s records are all on computer. It occurred to me the safe way to do it would be to break into the system. We could sit in comfort while a hacker found out all we wanted to know.’

  He snorted. ‘That’s in the movies. It’s more complicated than that. You have to know the codes. You’d have to work on the hospital’s system first. Comes to the same thing-a break in.’

  I opened a can carefully and waited for the foam to rise gently through the hole. ‘I feared as much. The old ways are always best,’ I said.

  Greenway left and I phoned Ian Sangster who is my friend and personal physician, also sometime tennis partner and drinking companion. I asked him what he knew about Southwood Hospital.

  ‘Not a lot. Nothing really good.’

  ‘Anything really bad?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘How hard would it be to identify a doctor who works or worked there just from his initial?’

  ‘First or last initial?’

  ‘Don’t know.’

  ‘Jesus Christ, Cliff! What’re you playing at? There’s some very disturbed people at Southwood.’

  ‘How hard, Ian?’

  ‘Bloody near impossible. One of the things about the place that’s not quite… you know, kosher, is the turnover of medical staff. Pretty big.’

  ‘Who’s the money behind it?’

  ‘I’ve heard rumours but I’d rather not say-not over the phone to a person of dubious reputation.’

  I was going to tell him that I wasn’t using my own phone and then I remembered that Greenway fell into the same category, sort of. I thanked him and hung up. The day was wearing on; I had a choice between another beer and a walk. I took the walk, trying to get out of the lengthening shadows into the afternoon sun. I thought about women-Helen and Annie and Cyn and others. All different, all difficult, all more interesting to think about than men.

  I called Frank from a public phone.

  ‘What’s all that noise behind you?’ he said.

  ‘From the street. I’m using a public phone for security. No private phone is safe in the late eighties.’

  ‘Bullshit. Still, might be just as well.’

  ‘What’ve you got on the hospital?’

  ‘Nothing solid. The word is some of the staff need rehabilitating as much as the patients.’

  ‘Meaning?’

  ‘Southwood has been known to give people a second chance.’

  ‘I see. Anything known about the financial setup?’

  His voice seemed to drop but it might have been my imagination. ‘Various sources. But a large medical practice with numerous… branches, is not unconnected.’

  ‘That’s interesting.’

  ‘Watch your step, Cliff. They’ve got lawyers… ‘

/>   ‘I’d never do anything against the law, Frank. You know that.’

  15

  Driving south with Greenway the second time was a very different experience from the first. He was alert, anxious to talk, and he seemed to think we had a good deal to talk about. First, he had to tell me about the success of his mission to the clinic.

  ‘I’m sure it’s the same guy,’ he said. ‘Thickset, bald, asking about Annie.’ He consulted his notebook. ‘Time’s a bit vague-a few weeks ago maybe.’

  ‘Doctor? White Volvo?’

  ‘Not known.’

  ‘Cut it out. You’re right though, it sounds like a piece of the puzzle.’

  I’d seen one of the hospital’s computer terminals and he questioned me closely about it. Had I the make of computer and the model? Was there a printer attached? Did I see a photocopier? I wasn’t much help. With regard to Smith’s office I mostly remembered my aching head and the single malt.

  He rubbed at some dirt on the windscreen. ‘Not very observant, are you?’

  ‘At least I didn’t get my gun stolen.’ It was a silly reply but it shut him up long enough for me to brief him on what we needed from the records: names corresponding to the initials in Annie’s diary and everything to do with them; a ‘Dr K.’ if possible; evidence on the hospital’s finances; drug irregularities.

  Greenway nodded. ‘Anything else?’

  ‘Yeah. Anything that seems relevant.’

  I questioned him about the hospital’s security arrangements which he’d observed on a preliminary visit, before he roped me in.

  ‘I didn’t see any patrols or anything like that. I don’t think there’s a resident security man. I think some kind of security service paid a couple of calls.’

  ‘You think?’

  ‘They did. Once or twice. I was pretty tired.’

  ‘That means a good alarm system. Could be tricky. How many patients and live-in staff, would you say?’

  He thought about it for a kilometre or so. ‘Thirty-five patients, round about. The administrator’s got a flat in the grounds and there’re nurses on duty around the clock.’

  ‘Male nurses?’

  ‘I think… yes, I saw one.’

  ‘There’s your night-time security man. We’ll have to handle him somehow. Any ideas, Greenway?’

  ‘Call me Gareth.’

  ‘I can’t call anyone Gareth. How about Greenie?’

  ‘Jesus. Well, what about a diversion?’

  ‘You’re learning.’

  It was a dark night, no moon and Southwood Hospital didn’t go in for floodlighting. There were lights on some of the buildings and along sections of path that were used at night, but most of the place was in deep darkness. I drove past the front entrance and up a side street looking for high ground. We found it in a quiet street on the south side of the hospital. We sat in the car and pooled our knowledge about the layout.

  ‘How do we do it?’ Greenwood’s voice almost broke. He was nervous. I didn’t feel a hundred per cent confident myself.

  ‘We can go through the fence. It wasn’t wired before, no reason to think it would be now. I assume the buildings have alarms-doors and windows and such.’

  ‘You could set off an alarm in one of the buildings while I go for the administration building.’

  ‘I could. With a bit of luck I can disconnect the alarm before you go in. I’ve got the tools. If it’s not too complicated.’

  ‘That’s it then.’

  ‘You’ll need some time. We might need something to keep them busy for a while.’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘Let’s not think too far ahead. We can’t anticipate what might happen.’

  I got my burglar kit, packed into a soft airline bag, from the back of the car and checked the items. Metal things that might clink were wrapped. We cut the fence and moved down the slopes carefully, skirting the pools of light, until we reached the main buildings. It was after ten, late for a hospital where activity begins early. We checked Smith’s flat; a light was on and classical music was playing softly. We waited until the music stopped and the light went out. It was quiet in the wards; from a hiding place behind bushes near the spot where our charge of a couple of days back had ended, we could see dim lights, some movement, but the hatches were battened down.

  ‘Time to go.’ We bent and scuttled across to the long, low administration block. The alarm system was an infra red, magic eye job. I located the wiring and traced it to a point where I could work on the circuits. I had to freeze once and crouch behind scanty cover when a big man in nurse’s starched whites came out of the adjacent building for a smoke. Luckily, he smoked fast and didn’t look around. I immobilised the alarm and used a skeleton key on a side door.

  ‘You know what to look for.’ I held Greenway’s arm and hissed in his ear. ‘Be as quick and quiet as you can. Try to shade any light you have to use. I’ll set an alarm off if you need cover. Ignore it. I’ll set off another one if it looks like you’re spotted. That’s when you get out. I’ll meet you by the toilet block.’

  He slipped into the building. I moved around the grounds willing everything to stay quiet. I could hear the soft pounding of the sea; a light wind moved the tops of the trees. Edgy and alert, I heard every bird call and dog bark; a ship hooted far away to the east. Nothing moved in the hospital grounds. I stationed myself by the alarm of one of the buildings near the swimming pool and squinted down to the administration block. Greenway had had about half an hour. A faint light showed in a window that should have been dark. The light moved. I swore.

  My swearing seemed to act as a signal. The male nurse I’d seen before came out of the north wing and checked his watch. He looked around and saw the light. I broke the circuit and the alarm shrilled above me. The nurse came out again, this time with another man I recognised as the rabbit killer expert. I ducked back and moved across to a second building. They ran towards me. I broke another magic eye beam and a second alarm joined in with a high-pitched wail.

  I tried to focus on the door, willing Greenway to come out but he didn’t. I could hear the two men running, not far away now. I was near the swimming pool where there was no cover. If they looked in the right direction they’d see me. I looked down the slope again and saw a red winking light. The high main gate was suddenly caught in the full beam of a patrol car’s headlights. Lights came on around the swimming pool; I was standing at the deep end, plainly visible in dark clothes in the eerie green light.

  ‘Hey, you!’ The rabbit puncher rushed towards me. His name was stencilled on the pocket of his starched uniform shirt-POPE. I ran around the edge of the pool. He came after me, quick and eager. I tripped on something made of metal and he was on me. He had short arms and came in pumping hard, clubbing punches. I ducked under a clumsy haymaker and punched him hard and low. He gasped and let go with a roundhouse swing that would have taken my head off. I rammed him in the groin with my tool bag-and he screamed and fell.

  More lights were coming on and I could hear shouts. I still couldn’t see any sign of Greenway. Then I saw what had tripped me-a can of petrol standing beside a motor mower. A plastic oil can sat in the grass catcher. I grabbed the cans, unscrewed their lids and splashed them out into the swimming pool. I heard a groan and a protest from Pope. He was crawling along the edge of the pool towards me.

  ‘Get away!’ I had matches in the tool bag. I groped for them, lit five or six together. The man rolled off to his left as I threw the blazing matches into the pool. There was a roar and a sheet of flame leapt five metres in the air and danced across the lapping water.

  16

  I ran away from the intense heat and light into the darkness, working my way towards the meeting point with Greenway. There was a lot of noise-men and women shouting and one of the alarms was still ringing. I heard glass break. Ahead I saw a flash of white and a crouched, fast moving figure.

  ‘Greenway?’

  ‘Here.’ He was carrying a bundle of paper, struggling to keep
the flapping sheets under control. ‘What the hell did you do?’

  ‘Later. Let’s go!’

  We raced up the slope towards our exit in the fence. I sneaked a look back before we scrambled through: the fire was dying down in the swimming pool; the front gate was open and the patrol car had pulled up in front of Smith’s flat. Lights were on everywhere-in the flat, in the wards and in the administration building.

  We were both panting when we reached the car. Lights showed in some of the houses; shapes moved at windows. No time to hang about. I threw the bag into the car and gunned the motor. Greenway clutched his paper to his chest as we took off fast, the way the old Falcon never would.

  We travelled a few minutes in silence. The eye I’d damaged a few years back that sometimes gave me trouble when I was under stress was aching now and watering. I slowed down. ‘There’s a flask of rum in the tool bag,’ I said. ‘Let’s have a drink.’

  Greenway gave me first swig and then took one himself. ‘We did it!’ he said. ‘What was burning?’

  ‘The swimming pool. You don’t think I’d set fire to a hospital, do you? Did you find out what we wanted?’

  ‘Some of it. I haven’t exactly had time to analyse it thoroughly… ‘ He giggled and took another drink.

  ‘Okay. We don’t want you going into shock. Calm down.’ I could feel him glaring at me as I drove and I realised that the sarcasm was my expression of relief. I reached across for the rum. ‘We’ll stop somewhere soon and take a look. You did pretty well.’

  He was glad to be mollified. ‘So did you. Some diversion.’

  ‘Yeah. I hope nobody got hurt. Have another small swig.’

  We stopped at a take-away chicken place wedged in between the car yards in Kirrawee. I bought some chicken and Coca Cola and took it to one of the two tables. The tired-looking girl serving eyed me suspiciously. She pushed back her orange-dyed hair and rested her hip against the counter. ‘How long youse goin’ to be?’

  ‘Why?’ I said.

  ‘I’m closin’ up in twenny minutes.’