Del looked out the curved full-length windows of the streamlined top floor office. The harbour’s sparkling blue waters stretched out below, fringed by golden beaches, green foreshores and dotted with colourful sailboats. The vibrant city of Sydney lay at her feet.
This imposing building was where she would have worked if her life had turned out differently. She might have gazed daily upon the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge from her desk. There was a time when she would have done anything to make that happen. Yet Del had no regrets. She was a different person now.
Frank Walker magically emerged from a door that was seamlessly set in the timber panelling of the rear wall. He was a big, balding man, with a belly too wide for his belt. He might have been nondescript, someone who’d disapp
