The Tattooed Man (17 page)

‘I should warn you that everything she does for me is covered by a strict confidentiality agreement. All my security staff sign them. My solicitors have the information she collected. I’ll ask them to contact you. They’ll answer any questions you may have.’

‘We’ll need a formal statement from you as well,’ Harrigan said.

‘I’m happy to do that. Enough of this. We’re both busy people. This is my card, please keep it. As I’ve mentioned before, there are other opportunities here besides investment. I can’t offer you anything with the kudos of being the police commissioner, but I can offer you an executive position in charge of security with a very competitive remuneration package.’

‘I have to say I wasn’t expecting anything like that.’

‘I’m not offering you the position just because of our corporate needs,’ she said. ‘I’m an individual woman, a single woman, and I have to be sure of my personal safety. I want someone reliable, someone who’s on my side. You have a very good reputation.’ She reached over and extracted a sheet of paper from the folder on the table. ‘This is my offer. Please consider it.’

Harrigan’s budgetary habits had been formed by watching his mother spend hours carefully choosing his clothes at the local op shop when he was a boy. He was still careful with his money. If he accepted Elena Calvo’s offer, he would never have to be careful again.

‘What would I have to do to earn this?’ he asked.

‘I’m looking for someone who will know how to remove any threats to me, internal or external, while at the same time protecting my personal
reputation. You would need to be prepared to put both my own and my corporation’s interests before anything else. You would have to sign a confidentiality agreement and I would expect your complete loyalty.’

‘What does “remove” mean?’

‘Make safe,’ she replied. ‘How you achieve that end is entirely up to you, but it would have to be effective. You could also expect my complete support for whatever action you undertook. I’ve always believed that loyalty works both ways. But I would also expect complete discretion from you regarding your actions.’

‘Do you want to be a little more precise about what these threats might be?’

‘Perhaps not until you’ve given me a firm answer to my offer,’ she said. ‘From what I know of you, I don’t think you would encounter anything outside your experience.’

‘You’ve checked me out,’ he said.

‘I always check the background of people I have an interest in employing.’

‘Given what you’re asking of me, can I ask you a question about Dr Brinsmead?’

‘What do you want to know?’

‘Dr Brinsmead and Beck worked at the same facility in London that you did. We’ve established that you knew both men. Did Daniel Brinsmead know Beck?’

‘Yes, he did,’ she replied. ‘It was inevitable that he would. They would have attended the same meetings at times, that kind of thing.’

‘Did you ever talk about Beck to Dr Brinsmead? Or vice versa.’

‘No, of course not. Why would I? Do you have a reason for these questions?’

‘I want to know what I’m dealing with. How did Dr Brinsmead get his burns?’

‘In a car accident. It was very, very tragic, and since we’re on the subject, let me tell you why I have his picture here. It’s to remind me of who he used to be. Daniel’s experience has affected him badly. It’s made him resentful and misjudging of other people. I have a concern for his welfare and have done for some time. I paid his medical costs. When his recovery had reached a certain point, he made the choice that he wanted to work here. I accommodated him. He is very good at what he does. It was his wish that his work go into the public domain. I had no problem with that. But it’s most correct to say I have given him everything he’s asked for and have never done him any harm. Again, it comes down to loyalty and integrity. I want both qualities from my people.’

Watching her speak was like looking through a glass wall. You could see and hear her talk without any sense of what she might be feeling.

‘They must have been difficult decisions to make, given his state of health,’ he said.

‘I’ve spent my life making difficult decisions, Commander. You have to if you want to succeed at anything. To get back to the point. Will you accept my offer?’

‘It’s very generous, Dr Calvo, but I’m not ready to give up my job. Any way I can help you in my role as commander, I’ll be happy to. Otherwise, thank you for the compliment.’

‘I’m disappointed to hear you say that. People speak highly of you. We can still discuss the possibility of you investing in my corporation. Now, please call me Elena. Perhaps I could call you by your first name as well?’

‘I’ll stay with Dr Calvo. I’d prefer to keep it businesslike. If you could do the same for me, I’d appreciate it.’

She sat upright in her seat with a slightly startled movement.

‘I thought we had been talking with some degree of openness. Certainly I’ve answered all your questions, including those which were very personal. Perhaps you’re not an easy man to connect to.’

‘I’m a private man. Let’s leave it at that.’

She sat completely still, staring at him. Her grey eyes had a watchful, distrusting look that reminded him strangely of the commissioner’s paranoia. Whatever might have been in her mind, he could feel the possibility of any intimacy being withdrawn. She opened the folder on the coffee table.

‘Whatever suits you,’ she said. ‘These are the details of the investment package I had in mind for you. I think you’ll find it’s generous. We can discuss aspects of it as you wish.’

He scanned it. Generous was the right word. ‘This package is a gift from you to me,’ he said.

‘Are you interested?’

‘Before I tell you that, are you recording this meeting?’

‘No. There are no surveillance devices in here. It’s one of the few parts of the building where there are none. Damien is watching us through one-way glass but he can’t hear what we’re saying. Which means you can tell me if you’re interested.’

‘If I’m not working for you, Dr Calvo, what am I doing to earn this offer?’

‘As we’ve already discussed, you’re in charge of an investigation that may affect me. I need a pair of eyes and ears in that investigation. Please don’t
be concerned. It’s quite innocent. It would mainly be a matter of providing me with information as I need it.’

‘Why do you need that information?’

‘To protect my interests. That would include knowing anything concerning Jerome Beck, for example. Or it may be that you have evidence that could be misinterpreted in a way that’s detrimental to my corporation. Such evidence might not be as vital as you might think it is.’

‘You want me to destroy any evidence that implicates you.’

‘I didn’t say that. I said, such evidence might not be as vital as you think it is. If its real value was made clear to you, you might choose to dispense with it of your own accord.’

‘I need time to think about this.’

‘Unfortunately, there’s no time available.’

‘There’s always time, Dr Calvo.’

‘Not on this occasion.’

She opened and turned on the laptop, shifting it to where he could see the monitor. ‘I believe this is your son’s website. I assumed he was the reason for your interest in my corporation in the first place. I have to say, when I first saw this, I was very impressed by his bravery.’

Toby’s naked and crippled body came into view on the screen. The image dissolved into an X-ray displaying his skeleton. It was followed by the careful diagrams he’d drawn of his own frame.
This is how my body is twisted and why it can’t untie itself.
The blueprint of his disability was set out for the world to see, an exposure Harrigan had forced himself to live with. He could hardly bear to look at it at any time.

‘Your son writes eloquently of the pain of being disabled. His descriptions of his loneliness are very
touching.
My body is my lifeline but it’s my prison cell at the same time. It cramps me and it pinches me. I’m a turtle on my back.
He’s a very intelligent young man, he clearly feels things deeply. You must be proud of him. We can offer him a better life. If you were to give me your son’s DNA profile, I could arrange for a team to be dedicated to untying its possibilities, its relationship to his disabilities. They would work exclusively on him. Of course, their results would have a much wider application and we would own that intellectual property and any patent rights. But he would be the first beneficiary,
gratis.’

Her speech seemed extraordinarily smooth, a business pitch. She had isolated Toby’s body in the transparency of the monitor as if it were a preserved specimen in a glass jar that she was holding up to the light. Harrigan realised that in his pocket he still had the handkerchief that had been soaked in Toby’s spittle the day before. Almost, he took it out and gave it to her. Instead, he reached forward and turned off the laptop. The screen went dead. Elena stared at Harrigan, more surprised than angry.

‘I don’t like seeing my son on the screen like that, Dr Calvo.’

‘He doesn’t seem to share your sensitivities.’

Her words made Harrigan cold with rage.

‘How long before those promised results are available? Twenty years? Never?’

‘Perhaps you should ask your son what he wants. Wouldn’t it be his choice to say yes or no?’

‘Even if he does make that decision, I’m the one who pays for it.’

She sat looking at him for some few seconds.

‘I know a great deal about you, Commander. I know you’re an ambitious man. That much seems obvious.’

She opened the folder again and slid a photograph towards him. Harrigan looked down at a police photograph of Eddie Lee lying dead on his lounge room floor, where he had been found by his cleaning lady. He looked back at Elena wordlessly.

‘Do you want to throw your career away?’

‘Where did you get that?’

‘You can answer my question first, Commander.’

‘What is potentially so damaging that it could be worth this much money and effort on your part to hide it?’

‘I need a straightforward answer. Yes or no.’

‘Or what? You’ll release this picture? This is on the police files, it’s been in the newspaper. You could have got it from anywhere.’

‘Do you think this is the only piece of evidence I have relating to this incident? I have information that directly incriminates you in this man’s death. I’m sure you know exactly what it is.’

‘If you do, Dr Calvo, there’s only one place you could have got it from. Right now we have Cassatt’s body to go with it. Release any of it and you might end up being accused of murder. Do you want to risk all those negative outcomes when you’re about to launch on the ASX?’

‘Why should anyone trace its release back to me? Haven’t you spent your working life denying the truth of this event?’ She tapped the photograph with a manicured fingernail. ‘All I have to do is send what I have to the press anonymously. After that, even if you did report this conversation, who would believe you? You would have been shown to be a public liar.’

Harrigan looked at the photograph. In this environmentally controlled room, he had the sense of stepping into a locked and airless space that he was going to share with Cassatt permanently.

‘Give me forty-eight hours.’

She laughed. ‘Why should I do that?’

‘Because you’re right. It’s not my decision, it’s my son’s. I need time to talk to him about your offer. I’ll ring you within two days.’

‘Are you serious?’ she asked, seemingly a genuine question.

‘I never joke where Toby’s concerned.’

‘You obviously care about him a great deal. If you recall, I told you there was no time. But you sit there and ask me for forty-eight hours.’

‘Can’t you wait until after the launch?’

‘Yes, of course I can. You’re right, there is always time,’ she said, suddenly relaxing. ‘Does this mean your companion will still be attending?’

‘I expect her to, yes.’

‘Then I look forward to seeing her. Perhaps we can conclude this meeting now.’

‘Yes, I think we can,’ he replied, thinking gratefully of release.

Elena took her folder and laptop back to the desk where she picked up the phone. Immediately Damien stepped out of the inner room.

‘Sam, would you come and show the commander out?’ she said into the handset. ‘Thank you.’

Elena sat down on the lounge again. They didn’t speak. Shortly afterwards, there was a knock. Damien opened the door to Sam. Elena got to her feet smiling, offering her hand.

‘Thank you, Commander, for a most useful discussion. I’ll see you again.’

‘I think you will,’ Harrigan replied, even if he doubted that their expectations of that meeting were the same.

Harrigan walked with Sam in silence. She was watching him.

‘Did Elena get inside your head?’ she asked. ‘Is that why you’re so quiet?’

‘It was a business meeting.’

‘I don’t know if Elena distinguishes between life and business. Let me tell you something. Elena will do whatever it’s in her best interests to do, whatever those interests are. Don’t ever expect anything else.’

At one level Elena Calvo had been playing the poor little rich girl, Harrigan thought; at another, the tough businesswoman.
I want someone to kill and possibly die for me.
Probably all her life she had been led to expect that kind of loyalty with no questions asked. As for her loyalty to him, it would be purely conditional. If he didn’t do what she wanted just once, that would be the end of it. She didn’t hire people; she bought them.

‘Did she tell you how her father made his money?’ Sam asked.

‘No. We didn’t talk about him after you left.’

‘He’s an arms dealer. He started in the black market at the end of World War Two and he’s sold arms all over the world ever since, to every war you can name. Gene technology is just another line of investment for him.’

‘How do you know that?’ he asked.

‘Check Jean Calvo on the web. It’s all there. He doesn’t hide what he does.’

‘Does Elena ever talk to you?’

‘Me? God, no. I’m the hired help. It’s my job to be invisible. That suits me fine.’