The Broken Shore Page #2

- Really?

I was just going to do a quick hoover.

I'm Senior Detective Rick Hopgood,

head of criminal investigation

at Cromarty.

- And you are?

- Joe Cashin, Sheriff at Port Monro.

- Don't they give you a uniform?

- Yeah.

End of shift. Go back to looking after

dolphins in Port Monro.

Carol, Rick here'll look after you.

If you need anything,

give me a ring at Port Monro.

- Thank you.

- Take care.

Thanks.

- Vinegar.

- Sorry I was so harsh before, mate.

Call on your expertise if needed.

Oh, you're right.

We're all on the same team.

Oh, yeah? Who told you that?

- The old bloke OK?

- How'd you know about Bourgoyne?

Bruce Starkey, I'm the gardener here.

Detective Hopgood rang me.

Yeah, how do you know him?

- Why'd he do that?

- I don't know.

ESP? Open things up?

So, that it? Biggest crime we've had

outside shoplifting and drunken brawls

and you're leaving it all to Cromarty?

Yep.

Dad! Dad! Over here, come on!

Come on'. To me'. To me'.

- Catch, Joe.

- Over here!

Yeah!

I understand you looked after

Charles Bourgoyne's accounts, Cecily?

Bob Menzies was still PM

when I started working for him.

You know he paid his own bills,

phones, electricity?

Didn't even own a house

when he left Canberra.

- Sorry, Bourgoyne?

- No, Menzies.

Charles had people

to do everything for him.

Yeah, his money came from generators

or something, didn't it?

It came from his old man.

Any farm or shearing shed

that wasn't on the grid,

and that was just about the lot

of them, bought Bourgoyne generators.

Charles gave most of it away.

Money never interested him much.

His Trust helped hundreds of kids.

Even bailed out the local football team

when your bloody cousin

put them in debt.

Any thoughts on

who would have bashed him?

It'll be some passing hoon

chasing money for drugs.

Whole coast is crawling with them.

But you watch them blame the Abos.

You'd think all the white trash

in Cromarty was at choir practice.

You know, 40 years in the courts,

I've seen more blacks fitted up

than I've had glasses of shiraz.

Bourgoyne's wife's dead?

His whole life has been plagued

by tragedy.

First his wife,

then his stepson Jamie.

I'm afraid Charles

is the end of the line.

Except for his stepdaughter.

I'd like to see his financial records

if I could.

Cromarty Police picked them up.

I thought they were handling this.

Yes, they are.

Jesus, you got the elves working, Dave?

In the rain and all.

Work's work. Can't let the rain stop ya.

- Stops me.

- Pulling your zip down.

That's work for a copper.

Hello? Excuse me?

What the hell is this?

- G'day, Helen Castleman.

- Yes?

Joe. Joe Cashin, from school. I thought

I recognised you in the street.

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