Mike Dixon

He returned the notebook to his pocket.
„I assume you have some ideas about how the investigation
should proceed.‟
Kirstin nodded. „Tomorrow I shall visit a former member
of George Paget‟s section. She was his secretary for many
years and is living in a retirement home near Batemans
Bay. If I can use my powers of persuasion, I might get her
to talk about old times.‟
He wrote down a telephone number.
„Use this to keep in touch. I shall have suitable protection
in place by this evening. If you‟re followed, lead them
in circles and wait for my people to take appropriate action.‟
here were many routes from the Hansen residence
T in Canberra to the seaside resort of Batemans Bay.
One was straightforward. The rest involved many twists and
turns. Kirstin chose one of the latter. She went towards
Mount Stromlo then back towards Red Hill. The car trailing
her followed slavishly and was still on her tail when two po-
lice vehicles moved into blocking positions and ordered the
occupants out. It was her cue to stop moving in circles and
head for the coast.
The Illawarra Residential Home is a few miles from Bate-
mans Bay. It was afternoon when Kirstin got there. She
found her friend in the garden.
„Elsie! They told me you were out here.‟
The old woman removed her spectacles and looked up.
„Kirstin. I was so pleased when you phoned.‟ She peered
at her. „My! You have changed. And, whatever happened to
that lovely Danish accent?‟
They embraced and Kirstin helped her sit down.
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