Endpeace. Jon Cleary

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      ‘Little House Two?’

      ‘You find that quaint? Or twee? Don’t look like that when you mention the houses in front of my mother. She thought she was being sarcastic when she named them, but everyone took the names seriously. If you can take names like that seriously ...’ Derek seemed to be talking too much.

      ‘How is your mother?’

      ‘Pretty shattered. She and Dad –’ He stopped, looked at Van Dieman as if for advice, then went on, ‘It’s hard to describe how close they were. People outside the family might have mistakenly thought they were always at odds with each other. They weren’t –’ He shook his head. ‘All our lives it was them against us. The children.’

      ‘Derek –’ said Van Dieman warningly.

      ‘Ah Christ, what’s it matter now, Alan? It’s all going to come out soon enough.’

      There was silence in the big room but for the rustle of a sudden breeze amongst the potted palms. Out on the water someone in the photographers’ launch shouted something at one of the policemen on the shore; the policeman, risking being photographed in the act, gave the someone the finger. Then Malone said, ‘What’s going to come out? You mind telling us?’

      A palm frond was brushing Derek’s shoulder; he raised a hand and absent-mindedly stroked it, as he might have a woman’s comforting fingers. He didn’t look at either of the detectives as he said, ‘There are certain members of the family want to sell the Press. Lock, stock and barrel, as they say.’

      Malone looked at Clements, the business expert; the latter was frowning, not quite believing what he had heard. ‘Sell Huxwood Press? Everything?’

      ‘Everything. The papers, the magazines, the radio and TV stations in the other States ... Sounds crazy?’

      ‘But why? Huxwood is, I dunno, an empire. Its share price is higher than anyone else in its field, higher than News Corp. or Fairfax, your debt is nothing –’

      Derek looked at Malone. ‘He’s a ring-in, isn’t he? He’s not with Homicide?’

      Malone grinned. ‘Russ just does homicide as part-time ... Sorry, that’s tasteless, considering. No, he’s a punter. Used to be on the horses, now it’s on the stock exchange. He’s probably got shares in Huxwood.’

      ‘I have,’ said Clements. ‘But I won’t get a say, will I? Or any of the other public shareholders?’

      ‘Afraid not,’ said Derek Huxwood and made no attempt to sound less than privileged. He was part of the dynasty, for a moment he had the arrogance of his parents. ‘The family owns sixty per cent, we have the controlling interest.’

      ‘And who has the controlling interest in the family?’

      Van Dieman said, ‘Is any of this really relevant at this stage?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Malone flatly. ‘Everything is relevant that will give us a lead on why Sir Harry was shot.’

      ‘Jesus!’ Derek snapped off a piece of the palm frond. ‘You’re saying one of us killed him?’

      ‘We’re not saying anything like that. Everyone working on a homicide has got his own way of doing it. Russ and I work from the outside inwards. It’s called elimination. You tell us everything about this house, the three houses, about the family, and we’ll do our own picking and choosing what to eliminate. So who has the controlling interest in Huxwood Press?’

      Derek said nothing, looked at Van Dieman. It seemed that they had arrived rather late at the idea that this was a matter that was out of their hands, that could not be contained by a Chronicle editorial or a legal restraining order. The lawyer tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair, then he nodded:

      ‘Okay, the family shares are parked in a holding company which has no other assets. The shares will always be voted in one line to maintain control.’

      ‘So who decides how the holding company votes?’ Clements seemed to have taken on a whole new image, sounded smoother. He is turning into a lawyer or a banker before my very eyes, thought Malone, amused at the thought but backing Clements all the way.

      ‘Sir Harry has – had the shares which carried the whole of the voting power.’

      ‘What about Lady Huxwood?’

      ‘No, not in Sir Harry’s lifetime.’

      ‘But she does now?’

      ‘We-ell –’

      ‘Why are you hesitating?’ Clements persisted.

      Van Dieman took his time, as if he expected to fob off the question with a brusque answer or two. He said almost haughtily, ‘I wasn’t hesitating –’

      ‘Okay, you were stalling, then. Keep going.’

      Both Van Dieman and Derek Huxwood glanced at Malone: who’s the senior man here, you or him? But Malone just returned their gaze: ‘You’d better give us an answer, Mr Van Dieman. We cops always have more time than lawyers. That’s why we charge less for it.’

      Van Dieman flushed and Derek Huxwood turned his head away in disgust: ‘Jesus!’

      Malone relaxed his official (officious? he wondered) air for a moment. ‘Take it easy, Derek. We’re not here to kick the shit out of you, we’re trying to find out who killed your father. If you and Mr Van Dieman will stop fartarsing about and get down to cases, we can be out of here and get on to talking to other members of the family. Sooner or later someone is going to tell us the truth, give us the dirt, if you like, and I think it might be better if we got it from you. Okay?’

      Derek stared at him; then abruptly there was the old whimsical smile: ‘If you’d been as shitty as this as a fast bowler, you’d have played for Australia. You never had the killer instinct.’

      ‘I’m older and wiser, Derek. And shiftier – sometimes ... Let’s hear what you were almost going to tell us, Mr Dieman.’

      ‘Van Dieman,’ said the lawyer, as if it were a legal point. ‘No, now Sir Harry is dead, the voting power drops off and passes to all the shareholders. Lady Huxwood has no more voting power than any of the others.’

      ‘How did that arrangement come about?’ said Clements.

      ‘My father insisted,’ said Derek. ‘He’d be regretting it now.’

      ‘Why?’ said Malone.

      Derek and Van Dieman looked at each other; then the lawyer said, ‘There is – shall we say – dissension – in the family. For some time now some of the younger ones have been threatening to ask for a winding-up of the company and a distribution of the group shares.’

      ‘So the younger ones could then combine their shares and have some real clout?’ Clements sat back, was his old self: a rough-edged cynical detective with class prejudices. Just like my Old Man, thought Malone: Us and Them. ‘That right? All the yuppies suddenly turning greedy?’

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