I was photographing a bridal party in the Botanic Gardens in that soft autumn sun you get in Melbourne, when Trent’s call came. I asked the bride and groom to take a break so I could return the call. Trent never rang unless it was urgent.
‘I can’t give you the details now, but I need to talk to you about something important before you see tonight’s news. After that you’ll need to talk to the Judge.’
It took me a second to register what he was saying. ‘What’s this about, Trent?’
He seemed breathless, tense. His voice was urgent. ‘Can’t answer questions now. It’s going to be all over the media. When will you be finished? Ring the Judge. You’re going to need to see him tonight.’
‘What’s the big secret?’
‘Please, Leo, just do what I’m asking. I’ll explain everything later. I have to go. ‘
