Just dancing, huh? So why is Amy here in your house then?

'That's an interesting proposition, Mr Moon,' she told him, smiling. 'I'll know who to call if I run out of investigations.'

Larry took a few steps towards the front door and leaned on a fake Roman pillar, putting himself between her and the door. He took another puff.

'So Amy's not around, then?' Mak asked again, knowing that the girl was there somewhere, listening.

'Nope,' he lied again.

Bullshit.

'Okay,' Mak said, giving in for the moment. 'There's no pressure. But if you remember anything about Meaghan Wallace, you'll give me a call? It would be really helpful.'

'Oh, I'll call you.'

Mak smirked.

Larry opened the door again and she walked out past the Maserati and the garden nudes. The gate opened magically, and she felt some relief at being outside his lair.

Mak's mobile phone rang as she started the car up. It gave her a fright. Could Amy be calling her so quickly? That would be a lucky break, and just what she needed to get back to Sydney on time with something helpful to go on.

'Hello?'

'Mak, sweetheart!'

'Hi, Loulou. How are you?' Damn. It wasn't Amy at all. 'Thanks for having me over for dinner last night. It was good to meet Drayson. He is...' Mak searched for an honest but kind description of Drayson. 'He has good taste in some of his friends'?

'Why didn't you let me come with you?' Loulou blurted.

'What?'

'You partied with Bogey at Thunderball last night. Why didn't you let me come along?' she said.

'No, no, Loulou, you have the wrong idea. We weren't partying. It was work. I had a job to do, some investigation stuff. Bogey just got mixed up in it because I was going to be hassled too much by the men in there if I didn't come in with a boyfriend.'

'Boyfriend?'

'You know what I mean.'

'Awwww,' Loulou whined. 'I want you to use me in one of your investigations. I want to be on the job with a private eye. I could be your bodyguard!'

Mak rolled her eyes. 'It's not like that. It was just an unusual circumstance that came up. Why, what did Bogey tell you?'

'Oh, he didn't tell me anything. He told Drayson that you wanted to be dropped off at Thunderball, and that he came in for a drink to make sure you were all right.'

Good man.

'That's all he said?' Mak asked, impressed.

'Yeah, why? Is there more?'

'No, it's just that I got my first lap dance while trying to get information out of one of the girls.'

'Oh my God!'

Mak started laughing. 'It was pretty funny, actually.'

'So can you come over? I wanna hear all about last night! You can't keep anything from me. Fess up!'

Makedde smiled.

'I'll see what I can do, time-wise. Maybe a quick lunch.'

CHAPTER 34.

'There is no sign of the mobile phone,' The American reported with regret.

Jack Cavanagh had not wanted to meet with his security adviser at home, for fear that his wife would clue in immediately that something was wrong, so they had met at his offices instead. Jack stood by his office window late on Sunday morning with his face just centimetres from the glass, watching the quiet streets below; streets that would be bustling by Monday. He wondered how much time he had before something like this leaked to the papers, and he hoped to God that Bob could prevent that happening.

'I have organised a back-up plan to find out every communication the girl made. It is costly, but very accurate. We should have the contents of any video transmission by the end of the day. If you wish it.'

Jack nodded sombrely. 'Money is no object.'

'My men tell me that Mr Hand is doing his work well.'

Jack did not want to hear about it. He knew blood would be shed because of his son's foolishness, and it shamed him. Jack wondered where he had gone wrong. He'd sent Damien to the best schools; he had been there for him. He'd tried to give him the most normal life possible, and to teach him the social responsibilities that came with privilege. But look at what had become of Damien-their only son, their only child. It broke poor Bev's heart, and she didn't even know the extent of their son's debauched lifestyle.

'There has been an interesting report about a young woman, a private investigator who paid a visit to the family of the Wallace girl. At first my men ran the licence plate and thought it was a police detective, but it turns out she is the girlfriend of a detective and was driving his car.'

Jack waited for him to finish.

'I doubt we will have any trouble with her, but it does look like she might have been there on business,' The American warned him.

'On business?' Jack didn't want a private investigator poking around.

'It should be fine, but I am getting my men to check her out anyway.'

'What about the man Lee? The one Simon said was bringing those girls? Does he have any evidence? Would he testify against Damien?'

The American shook his head quietly. 'Rest assured, he is not a problem.'

Rest. Jack would not be getting any of that for some time, he felt sure.

CHAPTER 35.

'So, has Andy asked again yet?'

Mak looked up. 'Huh?'

Mak and Loulou had found a fabulous little bakery cafe called Il Fornaio near Mak's hotel, and had launched into their lunches. Mak had already told her tales of Charlotte's sexy moves, the ridiculous spectacle the Peacock patron had made of himself and Larry Moon's unusual take on daywear.

The pair would have to enjoy their quick catch-up, because Mak planned to head back to Sydney that afternoon, relatively empty-handed. She had a lead with Amy, but no valuable information apart from a confirmation that Meaghan Wallace had worked for a time at Thunderball as a dancer. But Mak couldn't rationalise taking any more time getting to Amy on her client's tab, so Marian had booked her a three o'clock flight.

Should I go back to Noelene Wallace to extract more information from her...see if there are any address books, diaries? If the police don't already have it all.

'You know...' Loulou continued.

'What?' Mak was still wrapped up in thoughts of the investigation.

'Has he popped the question again?'

Andy. Mak gripped her butter knife. This was an awkward subject. 'Oh...no. No, we aren't really planning on getting married.'

There had been a time, nearly three years earlier, when Mak and Andy had talked about getting hitched. But it had been too soon. Cautious Makedde had not been ready. Had she been right to hesitate about making that huge commitment?

'It's been a couple of years now, hasn't it?' Loulou said.

'Since he proposed? Yeah, something like that. You have a good memory, don't you? I'd forgotten,' Mak lied.

'Sure you have.' Loulou wasn't fooled.

Mak found herself rattled by Loulou's questioning, especially in light of Andy's absence.

'Are you okay, sweetie?'

'Peachy, thanks.' Mak cleared her throat. 'Not everyone has to get married these days.'

Loulou raised an incredulous eyebrow, and seemed to contemplate her response for a moment while she continued to eat. She was excitable and her lifestyle was a little crazy by most standards, but Loulou wasn't dumb. She knew her friend well. For all Mak's independence and strong will, she still harboured some of that fantasy of finding 'the one', foolish as it was. Mak wanted what her mum and dad had shared for twenty-five years before Jane's death.

'Don't you want the white dress, the church, the whole kit and caboodle one day?' Loulou asked.

'Mmm...no thanks,' Mak said.

'Well, I do!' Loulou offered. 'I want the big meringue dress, the ten bridesmaids and the cake with little people on top!'

Mak smiled. Not only was the unconventional Loulou perpetually single but also, to the best of Mak's knowledge, she had not dated anyone for longer than about ten minutes. Okay, to be fair, she had dated this Melbourne muso for a week now. That was quite possibly a record run already.

'You want to be a meringuatang?' said Mak teasingly. 'Okay. Maybe they can make you those little people for the top of the cake, but with mohawks...'

Loulou laughed bits of croissant onto her plate.

'Did you just hear my phone?' Mak asked. She thought she'd heard the faint but distinctive ring of her mobile. She reached under the table and grabbed her purse. Deep inside, her mobile had indeed been ringing. There were a number of missed calls and one voicemail message.

'Dammit. How did I miss that? Hang on a sec,' she said, and played the voicemail message back, covering her ear to listen.

'Um, Macaylay Vanderwall?' a woman's voice said. 'I think you have been looking for me? Um...I will be at Leo's Spaghetti Bar at three today, in the back room. If you come, come alone. Please. Um...' Click.

Oh my God. It's her.

Heart bounding, Mak replayed the message.

'...Leo's Spaghetti Bar at three...' the message repeated as she played it back.

Where was Leo's Spaghetti Bar? Mak had not heard of it. But whatever and wherever it was, Mak was going to have to be there in less than an hour, and she wouldn't want to rush when she got there.

Mak called Marian immediately.

'Hi, it's Mak. I've decided to stay another night in Melbourne,' she said.

'What do I tell Groobelaar? Are you getting a result?'

'Almost. I'm almost there,' Mak said. 'Simon didn't ring a bell with Meaghan's parents, but if this girl is as good a friend as I am hoping, she will know whether or not Simon was on the scene.'

'Okay.'

'And tell him it will only cost him for hours. He doesn't have to worry about paying accom-I'm staying with a friend tonight.'

'Really? Oh, that's good,' Marian said. Clients always liked saving money. 'When will you be back?'

'I'll be in tomorrow, but I'll check in with you later this afternoon to confirm.'

'Good girl.'

When Mak hung up Loulou practically jumped out of her chair to hug her. 'You are staying over! Yahooo! This is going to be sooooo fun!'

Mak smiled. 'I gotta get moving.'

CHAPTER 36.