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Hi, this is Bo Henley, and I’m reading from my crime fiction novel, The Fatal Span.
Darling Street, Balmain, Sunday, 31 December 2000, 11:45pm. Jack edged down the last step and eased into the darkness of the alcove. He studied the area around the rear door of Lombardi’s Pizza Haven. One more meeting … can’t be careless now, not when we’re this close. His breathing quickened as he peered at every shadow, every corner. Eucalypt branches sighed in the light breeze; a chip packet tumbled into a drain. Safe – for the moment. He glanced at the window. If the curtain’s drawn … knock. Okay. He backed against the door, tapped three times, counted to three, tapped again. The curtain shivered. He leaned in closer. “It’s Jack.” The door creaked open, and a hand seized his arm. “Inside…quick.” He stepped into a room lit by a solitary candle and the glow from a computer screen. Whoa. “Expecting visitors?” The old man shrugged and sank into a vinyl-upholstered chair. “Nothing I can’t handle. What’ve you got for me?” “This.” He slid a CD into the tray of the grease-stained computer. “We’ve got evidence on him this time, Gino. Evidence.” He watched Gino’s eyes glisten as the files loaded. “Look at this. He’s siphoned Education funds into two of his Trust accounts – here,” he pointed halfway down the screen, “and here. But check this out. He’s getting twice-monthly deposits of over a hundred K from three different sources. We dug deeper…and look – look who’s backing him!” Gino scanned the folder’s contents, then his brows creased. “No photos?” Just like Gino. Risk everything…and he still wants more. “Do you think he’d pose for photos that’d crucify him? All we’ve got is what’s in those files. And we can hardly bust our way back into Parliament House to take another look.” “Jack, that bastard accused you of being an intellectual terrorist on national TV. This is your big chance to destroy him. It’s what you want, isn’t it?” “Of course it is.” More than anything he wanted to see that bastard squirm in front of a Senate enquiry. But was it worth the risk? The only other way in was through Security, and he’d never get past those bastards…unless…unless he was someone they expected, someone they wouldn’t scrutinise. “I’ve got an idea.”
ABOUT BO HENLEY:
Bo is a member of several local and interstate Writers’ Centres, and when she’s not working as a school laboratory manager, she’s writing, bird watching or bushwalking. She was selected to be part of the Crime Writing Week at Varuna with Marele Day.
Bo has two short stories in progress, and is currently outlining her next three crime novels. A thriller, “Menace in the Mists”, recently received a “Highly Recommended” tag in Writers’ Forum magazine’s Short Story Competition.
On the 10th March 2012 Varuna is hosting its inaugural Dr Eric Dark Memorial Dinner and “Doctors Who … ” event. You can view the program and MJA writing competition by clicking here.
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