Probably meant she’d have a cut-rate lawyer along. She took me at my word and set the meeting for the mid-afternoon of the same day. All this came through Munro, so I didn’t even get to hear her voice and he hung up as soon as the meeting was set. I arrived early as usual but they weren’t far behind. Maybe a sign of anxiety or nervousness, maybe not. Sydney traffic being what it is, precise timing is difficult. I watched as they approached—a tall, slender woman in a dark suit and a shorter chunky man, also in a suit which, as they got closer, I could see was a three-piece pinstripe. She was smoking but dropped the butt and put her high-heeled shoe on it before reaching the outdoor table area. I stood and when she saw me she stopped in her long striding tracks and her bag fell from her shoulder. ‘Jesus Christ,’ she said. ‘This is amazing.’ She bent to pick up her bag and her shoulder-length hair fell across her face. She swept it back and moved forward with her hand out.
