‘Are we making any headway at all?’ he said after a while.
‘Let’s not talk about finances tonight,’ I said. ‘Chris Winter is in the bar.’
‘Good to have regular customers. Is he a problem?’
‘No…’ I told Andre about the warning call and how I was sure it came from Chris.
‘That doesn’t make sense,’ he said. ‘How would he even know the guy was coming for you? How would he know he was so close to breaking into the house?’
‘The only way would be if he’d been following him. Or me.’
‘Why would he do that?’ Andre looked as mystified as I felt.
I drank some wine and pondered. ‘I think he’s some kind of cop. From NSW.’
‘What the heck makes you think that?’
‘Something Emma said, but I’m not sure what. Why –’
‘Hello, hello, hello.’ That could only be Connor, looming up in the doorway. ‘Like m
