By Peter Corris
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I’m told they were wiped clean beyond any point of data recovery. That brought the detectives to a full stop. ’ ‘That’s logical. ’ ‘Sure, but I think there’re holes in the story. Why wouldn’t the killer just take the computer stuff? ’ ‘Which means a witness. 22—that’s a professional job, as you’d know. ’ I could see his point. And Lily’s work station was on the glassed-in balcony attached to her bedroom. She liked to be able to jump out of bed and go straight to the keyboard when an idea struck her.
He might have looked different from his TV persona but his strong, resonant, convincing voice was the same. I had a feeling he’d be worth talking to. In a strange way he reminded me of Lily—smaller, of course. ‘Now’d be good,’ I said. ‘Lately I’ve been talking mostly to myself. What about a drink? ’ He nodded. I picked up his glass and mine and headed for the bar. The crowd had thinned out a bit but not much. You can count on journos to form a good, solid hard core at any boozy bash. They’ve always got plenty to talk about and it takes a long while for the grog to make them boring.
I said that I’d spent time in my Newtown office in the afternoon of the previous day, had then driven home and from there walked to the Toxteth Hotel where I’d had a few drinks and played pool with my regular pool partner, Daphne Rowley. I went home, heated up some leftovers, watched television, read a book and went to bed. Williams was watching me and listening intently. He was confident that the equipment was working. I kept my head up and didn’t fidget. I said, ‘This morning I read the paper, did the crossword, drank coffee and then Constable Farrow called me.