A Matter of Honour by D M Macdonald

Author:D M Macdonald
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D M Macdonald

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I tried sorting out my mind. I'd have to go back to the beginning, to the original crime. From there I'd have to tease out who and maybe what.

`I think I need to see if the same people are around.' I said. `To see what they're doing and maybe I can find out what's changed. What they're doing now and why.'

He nodded. `That's a fair strategy providing you steer clear of—well. And let me know if there's anything I can help you with.'

I stared at him again. `Anything, sir, would be useful.'

`How old were you again…back then, I mean?'

`Nineteen and my sister begged me to stay well away from the entire thing. So I did.'

`Wise man. Anyway, I'll see what I can do. Obviously your brother-in-law had to produce evidence that crimes had been committed. Without that the situation it couldn't have gone as far as it did. Without it now, there isn't much we can do. But I will ask. I'm sorry about what happened today. It won't happen again.'

`I hope not Mr Powers. The media gets really upset when journalists are targeted. You might check with Witness Protection protocols too.'

`Oh?'

`They asked where my sister was. As far as I know Ken O'Hara did not know what Maggie's brother's name was. She certainly hadn't told him.'

`And you're suggesting—'

`That they already knew who Ken's wife, Lizzie, really was. Or very quickly realised it after Ken's visit here.'

`I'm not directly involved in that sort of thing but I will make enquiries.'

He stood. An erect, discreetly powerful man. Maybe his people wouldn't have had a go at me but somebody did. Powerful yes, but not universally so.

The people behind this were influential enough to override the norms of law and order and had extensive protections around them. A team prepared to kill.

I checked my watch. I no longer had time to talk to Molly Agar but I would give someone a list of questions and send them to interview her. I'd get my information one way or another. I did have time before my flight to check out the private aircraft part of Canberra International. See if anyone recognised a picture of Jon Agar.

At the airport I drove over to general aviation and parked. There were rows of small aircraft under tarpaulins that were tethered to the ground with ropes. I roamed up to a lone mechanic with his head buried behind an engine cover of a very small one. I noticed how easy it would be to do something to a plane around there. Particularly if you were expected to be there. Like in overalls, or were a well-known pilot.

I tapped his shoulder and he straightened up cracking his head on the engine cover.

`Sorry mate,' I said. `Didn't mean to startle you. I wonder if you can help me out?'

The bloke wiped his greasy hands on an equally greasy rag. `Dunno. What do you want?'

`I'm waiting for someone and it's my first time in one of these tiny planes. And after

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