Michael slurped up the remains of his soup and pulled out his phone. Time to call the office and ask for Nathan Miller. Peter’s not going to like this…
He took a deep breath and dialled.
“Peter speaking.”
It’ll be Peter swearing soon enough.
“Afternoon, sir. I have some promising leads here, finding some of the persons of interest in the investigation. I just have one problem…” Michael hesitated. He didn’t want to mention the girl’s name.
“Fuck, Michael, spit it out.”
Michael chickened out. “I need Nathan Miller,” he blurted out instead.
“What in hell for? We let him go a month ago, after the Lockyer case was complete. We have far better operatives than him – use someone else.”
“I need to ask him some questions, sir.” Like: Where is Caitlin Lockyer now?
Silence. No swearing, no orders and no beeps that told him his phone was dying.
“Sir?”
“Find out what you can without him. If you still need him afterwards for questioning, we’ll bring him in.”
Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sir. Good-“ The phone beeped out the rest of his goodbye, as Peter hung up.
Feeling full, Michael gave a burp, which tasted faintly of Pepsi and spring onion. He got up and headed back to interrogate the security guard.
He crossed the little bridge over the moat, created by the water feature in the foyer, and knocked on the steel security office door. Standing there, waiting for access to the security castle, he reflected on the play of water and light across the silver door, before knocking again. And again.
“Can I help you?” a male voice asked. He still sounded grumpy.
Michael tore his eyes from the door and turned around. Still distracted by the light show, he was slow to speak. “Uh…yeah. Yeah.” Opening up his folder, he started the spiel about his role at ASIO. “…and I’d like your help to shed some light on the events that took place in this building on 28th February this year.”
The security guard looked incredulous. “You’re asking about stuff that happened here more than six months ago? I can barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, let alone what happened here six months ago!”
Michael tried to be patient. “Perhaps you could tell me if you recognise any of these people.” He held out the folder of photos.
The security guard blinked at the pictures. “Now, mate, I’ll need my reading glasses for that. Come into my office.”
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Going Down (Nightmares Prequel)
Gizem / Gerilim“Find Al Himar. That’s one terrorist who’s going down!” After a dead terror suspect’s body is found, anti-terrorist operatives search her house. The only clue she left was a handwritten diary. Cryptic references to Al Himar and six people are all th...
