Dedication

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      Benjamin and Isabel

       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

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Chapter One

       1

      Malone switched out the light in his daughter’s bedroom.

      ‘Da-ad!’

      He switched it on again. ‘I thought you were asleep.’

      ‘And I can’t sleep with the light on? God, you’re so stingy! Can I have the light on while I’m thinking?’

      ‘Depends what you’re thinking.’ He went into her room, sat down in the chair at her desk against the wall. ‘Problems?’

      ‘Not really.’ Maureen sat up on her bed, nodded at the computer on the desk. ‘I thought I’d try my hand at a Mills and Boon romance. There’s money in it if you click.’

      He turned and read from the computer screen:

       Justin unbuttoned Clothilde’s tight blouse and her breasts fell out. He picked them up and put them back in again.

      ‘Thank you,’ said Clothilde, polite even in passion. ‘I’m always losing them.’

      ‘Not much romance there,’ said Malone with a grin. ‘What follows?’

      ‘Nothing. That’s the E-N-D. All I have to do is find sixty thousand words to go in front of it. I don’t think I’m cut out for romance –I can’t take it seriously.’

      ‘Is mat what your boyfriends think?’

      She ignored that. ‘Maybe I should try grunge fiction. That had a run a while ago.’

      ‘Don’t expect me to read it – I get enough grunge out on the job. How’s it going at work?’

      Maureen was three months out of university and working at Channel 15 as a researcher. It was a television station that put ratings before responsibility, that insisted the bottom line was the best line in any of its productions. It operated with a staff that was skeletal compared to those of other channels, it had no stars amongst its presenters and no overseas bureaux, buying its international material from CNN and other suppliers. Maureen had hoped to go to work for the ABC, the government channel, where, despite harping from Canberra, no one knew what a bottom line was. She had dreamed of working for Foreign Correspondent or Four Corners, quality shows that compared with the best overseas. Instead she had taken the only job offered her and was a researcher on Wanted for Questioning, a half-hour true crime show with top ratings, especially amongst criminals. They wrote fan notes, under assumed names, to the presenter, a girl with a high voice and low cleavage.

      ‘We’re doing a special, an hour show on faction fighting in the Labor Party.’

      ‘On Wanted for Questioning? The ratings will go through the roof.’

      She grinned, an expression that made her her father’s daughter. She had his dark hair and dark blue eyes, but her features were closer to her mother’s; she was attractive rather than beautiful, but men would always look at her. She had none of his calmness, there was always energy that had to be expended; she would invent hurdles and barricades if none presented themselves. What saved her from intensity was her humour.

      ‘No, this is a one-off special – we haven’t been meeting our local quota.’ Channel 15 ran mostly American shows; its programme director thought the BBC was a museum. ‘The word has come down from the top that we’re to pull no punches.’

      ‘Watch out when you get amongst the Labor factions – they’re throwing punches all the time. Ask Claire.’

      ‘I have. She’s told me where to go and whom to talk to.’ Like Malone she knew the difference between who and whom. Lisa, her mother, foreign-born and educated, respected English grammar more than the local natives. ‘I think she’s traumatized at what she’s learnt.’

      Claire, the elder daughter, had moved out of the Malone house six months ago and was now sharing a flat with her boyfriend Jason. She had graduated last year in Law and now was working for a small firm of lawyers who handled Labor Party business. She was apolitical and Malone and Lisa had been surprised when she had taken the job. With her calm commonsense and her taking the long view, she had told them it was only a first step. She wanted to be a criminal lawyer, a Senior Counsel at the Bar, but first she had to learn about in-fighting. Malone had told her she should have gone into union business, but she had only smiled and told him she knew where she was going. And he was sure she was right.

      ‘There’s a State election coming up. Is this the time to start ferreting? You could be accused of bias.’

      She grinned again. ‘Only the ABC is accused of that. When did you ever hear of a commercial station accused of being biased? The politicians, both sides, know where the majority of viewers are. They’re not going to tread on the voters’ toes.’

      He shook his head; without realizing it, he had trained his girls too well. ‘You should’ve been a cop.’

      ‘I