Nothing.
“Right,” Falk said. He was clammy, wet from the shower, and had had enough. “Be at the station at ten tomorrow. We need to talk to you, anyway. And fair warning, mate, I would have a good hard think overnight about where you were that day.”
Sullivan’s features crumpled. He looked like he was about to cry. Falk exchanged a look with Raco.
“I’ll drive you home, Jamie,” Raco said. “Come on, let’s get you up.”
Sullivan let himself be helped out of the bar. He didn’t look at anyone. Finally, Falk turned to Whitlam, who looked embarrassed behind his cloth in the corner.
“I think the bleeding’s stopped,” Whitlam said, gingerly testing his nose.
“Let’s see.” Falk peered at it and tried to recall his first-aid training. “Well, as long as it’s not school photo day anytime soon, you’ll probably survive.”
“Cheers.”
“We don’t need to get you down to the station tomorrow as well, do we?”
“Not me, guv.” Whitlam held up his hands. “I’m an innocent bystander. I was coming out of the toilets and they barreled into me. Didn’t even see it coming. I lost my balance and whacked my face on a chair.”
“All right,” Falk said, helping Whitlam up. The man was a little unsteady. “I’m not sure you should drive, though.”
“I’m on my bike.”
“Motor?”
“Jesus. I’m a primary school principal. Pedal.”
“Right. Come on.”
It was tight, but they squeezed the bike in the trunk of Falk’s car with some twisting of the handlebars. They drove mostly in silence through the deserted streets.
“Any luck with the CCTV?” Whitlam said finally, coughing as he tried to breathe through his nose.
“We’re still working through it,” Falk said. “Thanks for your help with that.”
“No worries.” Whitlam’s swollen face was a distorted reflection as he stared out of the window at the emptiness. “Jesus, I hope this is all over soon. This place is like a nightmare.”
“Things will get better,” Falk lied automatically.
“Will they?” Whitlam said. He was slumped back down in his seat, touching his nose gingerly. “I’m not sure. I remember when I used to worry about normal things. Footy scores and reality TV. Seems unbelievable. Now it’s the school, and the funding gaps, always trying to find the money. Little kids turning up dead, for God’s sake.”
Whitlam stared out of the window until they pulled up outside his house. A welcoming light glowed over the porch. Relief passed across his busted features. Home.
Falk, exhausted and uncomfortable in his sticky clothes, was hit with a fierce longing for his own flat.
“Thanks for this. You want to come in for a drink?” Whitlam asked as they got out of the car, but Falk shook his head.
“I’ll take a rain check, thanks. It’s been enough for one day.”
Falk opened the trunk and jostled the bike, twisting the handlebars until it came free.
“Sorry if it’s made a mess,” Whitlam said, peering at the upholstery in the dark.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll be OK from here? With the nose. And everything else?”
Whitlam swung his bike around. He attempted a smile. “Yeah, I’ll live. Sorry for being morose. It’s the over-the-counter painkillers talking.”
“It won’t always be like this. You’re just unlucky to be caught up in it.”
“That’s the thing, though, isn’t it? No one can control the ripple effect of something like this.” Whitlam’s voice sounded heavy. Falk wasn’t sure if it was just the nose. “It’s almost funny. I’m standing here feeling sorry for myself, but then I think about poor Billy. Talk about being caught in the wake. I tell you, whatever went on in that house—with Luke, the drought, the farm—whatever the reason, that little boy should never have been touched by it.”
At the top of the driveway, the front door opened, and Sandra stood framed in the glow. She waved. Whitlam said good-bye, and Falk watched as he wheeled his bike up the path. He still looked a little shaky. As Falk clambered back into the car, his phone beeped once. It was a text from Raco. Falk read the words and thumped the steering wheel in delight.
Want to know why Jamie Sullivan was in the alley? Call me ASAP.
27
The man was already waiting patiently outside the station when Falk and Raco arrived early the next morning.
“Dr. Leigh.” Raco introduced Falk. “Thanks for coming.”
“That’s fine. It’ll have to be quick, though, if you don’t mind. I’ve got a full schedule today. And I’m on call later.”
Raco said nothing, just smiled politely, and unlocked the station door. Falk looked at the doctor curiously. He hadn’t met the town’s GP before but recognized the name from the Hadlers’ murder report. First medical attendee on the scene. He was in his midforties and had a full head of hair and the healthy glow of someone who practiced what he preached.
“I brought the notes on the Hadlers.” Dr. Leigh put a folder on the interview room table. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Any progress?”
He sat down in one of the offered seats and crossed his legs, relaxed. He had an iron-rod spine and excellent posture.
“Some.” Raco’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Dr. Leigh, could you please tell us where you were on the afternoon of the twenty-second of February?”
Jamie Sullivan stood alone in his field and watched Luke Hadler’s truck disappear in the distance. As it vanished, he took out his cell phone and sent a single text. He waited. Within two minutes the phone buzzed with a response. Sullivan gave a tiny nod and headed to his own four-wheel drive.
Surprise darted across the doctor’s face, and he gave a confused smile.
“You know where I was that afternoon. I was with you at the Hadler murder scene.”
“And the two hours before that?”
A pause.
“I was at the office.”
“With patients?”
“Earlier, yes. Then I rested in the flat above the office for a couple of hours.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean? It’s quite common when I’m on a split shift. Being on call early and late is exhausting. As you know well yourself, no doubt.”
Raco gave no reaction to the attempt at common ground.
“Can anybody confirm this?”
Sullivan drove the short distance to town. He passed no one on the country roads and only a handful of vehicles as he got nearer the center. Before he hit the main street he took a sharp right, turning onto a small alley behind the row of shops. He was being overcautious, he knew. No one would think twice about seeing his car parked in town. But the sense of secrecy was stitched through him like a scar, and it was impossible now to override. On a wall overhead, a CCTV camera outside the pharmacy blinked as he drove past.
Dr. Leigh leaned in, frowning. His long fingers picked at the corner of the Hadler folder, unsure whether to open it. “Seriously, what the hell is this about?”