Chapter Thirty-Eight
Carl was reading through Wayne’s analysis of Bayside Auto’s bank account when the telephone on his desk rang.
‘DI West.’
‘Bill Norris, Carl. Got a minute?’
‘Sure.’
‘I’ve just had an interesting chat with Logan Lewis, Shane Lewis’ lad,’ said Bill.
‘Where’s he been all this time?’ said Carl.
‘Holidaying in Bali with a couple of mates,’ said Bill, ‘but he was working for his father.’
‘In what capacity?’ said Carl.
‘Helping him strip down cars or driving them interstate,’ said Bill. ‘He’s s**t-scared, so he’s talking.’
‘Did he tell you where the cars were coming from?’ said Carl.
‘Said they were getting them from Tom Cotton,’ said Bill.
Sounds like Wayne was right all along, thought Carl. ‘Does he know about the payment arrangements?’
‘He’s got access to his f
