Chapter 26
The phone call was not entirely unexpected. He said his name was Trev, and wanted to chat about my time working at the Seebolds. We met one morning at his 37th floor office, overlooking the harbour, with the water glistening in the early light. I watched the ferries leaving wakes, and the yachts, their white sails listing in the breeze. The elderly woman at the reception desk must have been forewarned of my expected arrival.
“Good morning, you must be here for Trev.”
I returned her smile, acknowledging that I was.
“He is running a bit late, and will be with you shortly. He shouldn’t be more than a few minutes. Please take a seat.”
I wandered back to the window, fascinated by the bird’s eye view of the harbour bridge and the Opera House, seeing the city from this different p
