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healing response. It hasn’t been peer reviewed yet. Very
     much under wraps.’
    ‘I can imagine what sort of money fast, scarless healing might be worth,’ Gemma said. ‘It would be a huge advancement in medicine.’
    ‘That’s right,’ Lance said. ‘Healing is an immensely complex issue with lots of different proteins involved – for instance,
     there are eight different types of growth factors, for a start. I can send you a paper on it if you like.’
    ‘Thanks, Lance. Maybe some other time.’ She smiled, ringing off. She turned to her laptop and Googled socialite Magda Simmonds,
     searching for images. There were plenty. Most showed an elegant, handsome woman in her sixties posing with politicians and
     charity workers. The photograph accompanying a piece written by Janet Chancy, ‘
Sydney Socialite: Advanced Therapy Breakthrough in Facelift Secret: Wedding date revealed!
’ from almost a year ago, showed a completely transformed Simmonds. Radiant and rejuvenated, her face shone from the photograph,
     looking like a woman in her mid thirties, glossy hair piled around her unlined face, her jawline firm and youthful. If this
     was what Dr Popowitz’s growth factors could do with a facelift, Gemma thought, no wonder there was such excitement about it.
    The final paragraph reported that actress Harlow Hadley, a big name in the 1960s and now aged in her seventies, was rumoured
     to be the next well-known personality to use the therapy.

    Mike was sitting at the dining table eating his breakfast of scrambled eggs when Gemma walked into the living room.
    ‘So, what’s been going on this morning?’ he asked.
    She told him of Janet Chancy’s unexpected phone call and about Delphine Tolmacheff’s predicament.
    Mike frowned. ‘That’s bad,’ he said. ‘If you want my help with this, I can always spend a couple of hours watching him. Or
     trying to get a lead on his fancy woman. I’m taking my car overfor registration first up,’ he said, pushing his chair out. ‘Then I’ve got a couple of insurance people to check on. I’ll
     see what I can dig up on Mr Tolmacheff. It sounds like he’s the kind of guy who might already have a record. I’ve got a few
     favours I can call in.’
    ‘Thanks, but I really think I should do this one myself. I promise I’ll pace myself, just take on simple jobs. That’s the
     theory, anyway.’
    Mike’s eyebrows lifted. ‘Simple jobs, eh?’
    ‘That’s right, I have to keep things simple. No jobs that are going to get me into trouble. Just checking people out, that’s
     all. Thrashing ideas around with Angie. But nothing dangerous.’
    ‘Are you sure you can handle all this right now, Gemma? Running a business? Caring for Rafi? Making time for us?’
    Gemma looked into Mike’s eyes, noting the slight frown as he stood up.
    ‘Of course,’ she said, putting her arms around him. ‘Multitasking. It’s my forte.’ She kissed him and then headed back to
     her office, where she started to work on the Tolmacheff case, half listening for Janet Chancy’s arrival.

    It was well after two o’clock and Janet still hadn’t turned up. Gemma finally called the newspaper, thinking that perhaps
     she had changed her mind and gone straight to work. No, she wasn’t at her desk, said a colleague. She could be having a day
     off?
    Gemma left a message for Janet to contact her urgently.

CHAPTER 3
    With Delphine Tolmacheff’s details about her dubious husband packed in her briefcase, Gemma headed for Edgecliff. She aimed
     to spend a little time checking out the building where Angelo Tolmacheff worked. She’d already made several phone calls trying
     to find out more about him, without any tangible results. Gemma hoped to pick him up as he left his office, or get lucky and
     observe a meeting with his colleagues.
    She used her car’s two-way radio for the first time in months to call up Spinner. She decided it was still more secure than
     calling on a mobile. He answered on the