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Vaughn Millard’s throw-away mobile phone lay on his desk. Switched to silent, it suddenly began to vibrate on his desk-top. He hoped the caller would be either one of two people, Rodolfo Herrera or Don Williams, with the news he was waiting to hear: Jackson Traynor was dead. He snatched up the phone and flipped it open. The display indicated an unknown caller. He stared at the phone as it vibrated in his hand. Finally, he pressed to accept the call and answered. “Millard,” he said.
“Is it done?” a voice he did not immediately recognise asked.
“What?”
“Is it done?”
“Who is this?” Millard asked.
“Hakim Ghandour,” the voice said. “Tell me it is done.”
Hakim Ghandour was the only surviving son of Salim Ghandour, the head of the Middle-Eastern crime g**g operating out of Sydney. Salim
