The rest of the important events of that night are sharp in my memory. Sun Ling dropped the pistol and tried to jump into the river but I held her until Chang and some of the water police came on board. She collapsed, and one of the cops who had the right training dealt with her-blood test (I told him she was a diabetic), fluids, blankets.
With his eyes on me, Chang picked up the pistol by the barrel from the deck and dropped it into an evidence bag. Then he went below and I heard him talking urgently on his mobile. I pulled my phone out, intending to call May Ling, but one of the cops shook his head and held out his hand for the phone. I handed it over, dodged around him and went down the steps. Chang was still talking. He stopped and stared at me.
'I'm looking for something to drink,' I said.
Chang told whoever he was talking to to hang on and went through the galley kitchen. He poured a glass of water and handed it to me.
'Touch anything in here, Hardy, and you're in more trouble than you are already-and that's a lot.'
Then it was lights and boats and an ambulance and cop cars with no sirens and an interview room and a statement and exhaustion. I don't remember who drove me home or how my pockmarked car appeared outside the house a day later. Then it was as if a big, impenetrable blanket had been thrown over the whole thing. No one wanted to unscramble the eggs.
The water police searched for Habib's body for several days, or said they did. Sharks are not unknown in that stretch of the Parramatta River.
May Ling and Standish organised a team of doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists and Gretchen was institutionalised without any charges laid or pending. May Ling told me there was a note on a file somewhere that Gretchen would be liable to undergo an official psychological assessment somewhere down the track, but she had plans to get her out of the country before that happened.
Karim Ali was allowed to resign. His record was doctored and silence was bought with a moderate payout and a reference that would permit him to get another job. He'd get a contract in the security network somewhere.
The police had me in their crosshairs. Possession of an unlicensed pistol was a serious offence, especially for someone with my record. Chang never actually made the threat, but his one hint was broad enough. I had to play along with all the arrangements.
Chang told me that a technical team went over the boat as if they were excavating an archaeological site.
'There were layers of stuff,' he said. 'I don't pretend to understand what that means but I gather they had a lot of fun with de-encrypting, breaking firewalls, sifting passwords.'
I shook my head. 'Please don't use words like encrypting.'
Chang smiled. 'Anyway, they found mountains of emails and bank records detailing the businesses Habib had snared and the traps he'd set. I'm talking about here and offshore- the Middle East, the Gulf, Hong Kong, Taiwan, the UK, the EU.'
'What about the DFAT people?'
'Retirements and redundancies in the pipeline.'
'A cover-up.'
'Has to be, but that's not the whole of it. Habib and company had been importing drugs and weapons. The IT people say the documents-manifests, receipts, whatever- are brilliant. The stuff was in a network of self-storage places around the city and suburbs; all apparently legitimate and accessible, if you had the right information. They were starting to branch out into identity theft apparently, plus buying up domain names.'
'Cancerous,' I said.
He nodded. 'It looks as if it got too big for Habib and he came under some pressure when he tried to go solo. That may be why he wanted out. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. It's hard to tell. Apparently he kept a journal in a code they haven't deciphered yet.'
'So Habib had a lot to bargain with.'
'He did, but his dick did him in.'
'Houli and Talat?'
'Compromised.'
'What does that mean?'
'There's full documentation on Houli for tax evasion, fraud and extortion. Habib probably kept that on hold as insurance. He had similar records on Freddy Wong. No wonder they were after him. Talat is subject to deportation as an illegal immigrant with a criminal record. At least two countries would like to extradite him.'
'And a murderer.'
Chang shrugged. I looked at him. 'But?'
'Immunity in return for silence, but walking on eggshells and… let's say, potentially useful.'
I was worried about Sabatini. After the events at Mortlake, all carefully airbrushed by the police with media compliance, I had to tell him something, but he wanted a lot more to allow him to write his story. I stalled. Luckily, he was still so involved with Rosemary that he didn't press too hard, but eventually I had to confront the problem. I consulted Chang.
'I promised,' I said.
'You had no right to.'
'He was helpful.'
'I'll see what I can do.'
In the end it was all of a piece with the rest of it. The investigators agreed to release a certain amount of information. This was traded to Sabatini for an undertaking that his story could be vetted and sanitised. That's how it worked out. I heard later that Sabatini and Rosemary were married. I wasn't invited to the wedding.
None of the money Habib had spirited away came back to me and I was very low on funds. I hadn't spent much of Standish's original advance on the investigation, but I whittled it down quickly afterwards. Then Standish got me off the hook about the shares. It took time- months. I didn't understand how and didn't try to understand. The GFC seemed to be passing us by and Standish insisted on paying me a bonus. It cleared my debts and at least put me on an even footing with all the constant demands of modern city living-the rates, the phone, the power, the RTA and all the rest. I was solvent, but without prospects.
Except for one. Megan was due to give birth and that kind of blotted out all the other problems.