He was more than a little curious about the few words he’d heard, but he didn’t press Tanner about what was going on, and the silence seemed to drift along with them as they entered CIB. There was a flurry in the air. Groups of detectives crowded the halls. Civilian employees shifted typewriters and boxes of case notes. Tanner was accosted by a Girl Friday and stalked off to see Allan. Gus pushed his way down the hall. ‘What’s up?’ he asked Agostini, who was rushing around the door. ‘Haven’t you heard? Scientific Investigations have discovered a notebook among Reilly’s belongings containing the sorts of names that shouldn’t be found on such a bloke in such circumstances.’ ‘What names?’ ‘Ask Wally,’ said Agostini, shaking his head. ‘Got to go,’ he added, and went banging out the door with the rest of his bunch. Studiously Gus checked his messages and locked his gun in the bottom drawer of his desk. Then, finding himself alone, he wound his way down the corridor to Scientific Investigations.
