Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #2

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the domestic dead zone.

Being told how to stack

the dishwasher,

fishing clumps of her hair

out of the shower drain,

varicose veins, toenail clippings.

I mean, you don't know

how lucky you are.

Have you ever considered a career

in grief counselling?

You know what I mean.

Is that your school tie?

Old Boys luncheon.

Indestructible, these Grammar ties.

It's probably why they're so good

for suicides.

A lot of the Grammar boys

also use them for scarfing.

Isn't... scarfing when you

choke yourself during...?

Good to see those school fees

not going to waste.

Taxi!

Anyway, I'm not gonna need that

anymore.

So, you finally found

Robbie Colburne,

dead.

Sterling work.

Who do I bill?

Bill? For what? Having a quiet one

with Barry Tregear?

Contacts, mate.

That's how the work gets done.

Ah, point of order.

Work's not done.

Client wants to meet you.

Client who never wanted to meet

now wants to meet.

Mm.

Well, who's the client?

Colin?

Jack.

Been a long time.

You're still looking eminent.

Well, this was my father's ritual,

when he was still sitting.

Hmm.

The might of the law must stand

before the majesty of the church.

He was right, of course.

Hey, Ellie dropped by.

I believe congratulations

are in order, Grandpa.

It's wonderful.

It was a long time coming.

'Course, Pat and I always thought

you and Issie would be the first.

Come to the christening, Jack.

You know you can bring someone.

Bring someone.

Alright.

Haven't got long now. Only a few days

before I hand down this report.

Well, this Robbie Colburne

you were looking for,

you know he was a drug addict?

Colburne had information

which could have...

..critical effect on the Inquiry.

Information that

died with him, or...?

There's a leather-bound book.

It's red.

His memoirs, I take it?

Something like that.

Then why not consult the police?

My understanding is they come rather

quickly when people like you call.

At this stage, Jack, I don't

necessarily trust the police.

Some of their names could be

in that book.

Mm.

I have to go. I have to be in court.

Don't forget this is a matter

of the utmost discretion.

Of course.

Listen, Colin, why didn't you come

directly to me in the first place?

Because every time I see you,

I feel sad.

Laurie Olsen?

Oh, Jack, come in. Afraid I can

only give you a bee's dick.

Just working my way through

the Amazon Forest here.

Oh, that's a nice-looking cat.

Yeah, Migsie.

No longer with us.

Yeah, Barry was telling me you're

interested in one of our snitches.

Yeah.

Yeah, Robbie Colburne.

He got form, has he?

Track marks?

Like Flinders Street Station, mate.

Full-time pin cushion.

Reckon I can have a squiz at one of

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