DeparturesJarrod’s phone rang. It wasn’t even five in the morning. His flight wasn’t until 9:30 a.m., so he was probably due to get up. It was Akio, the Japanese reporter who seemed to have relocated to Melbourne with his eye on the big story. Jarrod picked up his mobile and crept out of the bedroom.
“Akio, my friend,” said Jarrod softly. “What can I do for you?”
“Jarrod, I am so sorry for calling you this early.”
“I was up anyway,” said Jarrod, only half truthfully. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to give you a warning of a story hitting the news today. I have rock solid evidence of Jens Lermann and Murtaka Chiya being in business with Viktor Andreyev.”
“That’s not really news,” said Jarrod, confused by what he was hearing.
“No, but your movie producers, Mr Mosseman and Mr Biscotti, are inv
