CHAPTER NINE
The taxi driver pulled up in front of a three storey sandstone building perched on a hill overlooking the harbour at Milson's Point. It could be easily mistaken for an office block, as there was no sign. Eva paid the driver and disembarked. A beefy, running-to-fat security guard standing at the entrance had his mouth to his walkie-talkie.
His eyes flickered over her as she approached. Act cool and calm. The worst thing he can do to you is refuse to let you in.
‘I don’t know where the f**k Andy is,’ the guard said into the walkie-talkie. ‘It’s not my fault he didn’t turn up.’
‘We need another body up here,’ a nasal voice replied.
‘I can’t help you, I’m on my own here. Over and out.’
He clipped the walkie-talkie back on to his belt and looked her up and down properly. Spur
