Not in Sydney, but in Melbourne, as Andy Graham found out within half an hour of being put on the trail by Malone. In past years co-operation between the police departments of the various States had been only a little above that between the old KGB and the CIA; the rivalry had been on a par with that between the police themselves and the crims and almost as bad as that between the State sporting bodies. But now, with crime on a national scale, raised to that level by business entrepreneurs who had taught the crims the virtues of vision and organization, old jealousies had been buried and co-operation was the motto. Especially when a police department had been fortunate enough to unload a crim into another State. Andy Graham came into Malone’s office with the computer print-out. The first thing Malone said was, “Sit down, Andy.” He had to be anchored, otherwise he would be all over the small office like a Great Dane with fleas. Clements moved his chair to allow Graham to sit beside him.
