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feet.
    “For future reference, you don’t have to use
a fist or a gun to ask me a question. If you do you might be
nursing another cracked rib.” Wade glared at the other men. “Take
him and leave.”
    The men took hold of the injured man and
hobbled back up the dirt path towards the city traffic.
    After Wade pocketed the gun, the return trip
to his yacht took him past the courthouse. A slight shuffling noise
being emitted from the lane next to the courthouse steps forced him
to stare down the lane. A second scrapping noise came from behind
the large four foot cubed industrial garbage bin.
    “Why have you been following me?” called
Wade, trying to ignore the stench of rotting rubbish in the
lane.
    Eventually a muffled voice spoke.
    “Listen closely to what I’m about to tell
you. I will say it only once.”
    “Okay, you have my undivided attention.”
    “The woman you seek, what is her name?”
    “I’m not sure if it’s any of your concern,”
called Wade, stepping into the lane.
    “Trust me, it is.”
    “Anneli,” confessed Wade.
    “Do you know her last name?”
    “Yes I do.”
    “Tell me what you know?”
    Wade stepped closer to the bin. “I’m not in
the habit of talking to a person hiding behind objects.”
    “Stay where you are,” urged the voice.
    Wade replayed his number four rule by
sprinting for the bin. He needed to stop the messenger before the
person escaped into the main stream of shoppers. In panic the foe
sprinted down the lane away from the courthouse.
    The person behind the voice seemed more agile
than a cat. Wade slowly narrowed the gap to his escaping foe. He
lunged for the latte coloured hat the stranger wore. It fell off in
his hand. The figure stopped, brushed her long blonde hair from her
face before staring wide eyed at the man standing at arm’s
length.
    “You’re a woman,” muttered Wade, shocked.
    “I’m happy you can tell the difference.”
    The woman started to back step. Wade grabbed
her forearm.
    “Let me go,” she yelled, struggling to break
free.
    “No way, not until you explain the note?”
    The woman’s long blonde hair glistened in the
sunlight. Wade felt sorry for the messenger. He loosened his grip,
giving her a friendly lazy smile.
    “Thank you.”
    The woman held out her hand for the hat. Wade
willingly handed it over. He watched her place her hair in a bun
before tucking it under her hat.
    “What are you scared of?”
    “If I’m caught, I’ll be wearing cement shoes
and thrown into Port Phillip Bay.”
    “Who’d do such a horrendous act?”
    “The identity of the person is not
important,” hissed the woman.
    “Do you have a name?” asked Wade.
    “At this moment in time it’s safer if I
refuse to disclose my name.”
    “Why?”
    “Cement shoes.”
    Wade could tell the woman felt petrified of
being discovered. The cement shoe story she spun to hide her
identity could be a real prospect. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
    The woman darted a frightened stare at the
end of the lane. “I have to cut our chat short. We weren’t supposed
to meet.”
    “The coffee shop is close by. You’ll be safe
there.”
    “I don’t have the time. You’ve also forgotten
what I’ve just told you,” insisted the woman.
    “I didn’t forget. The cement shoes idea has
you frightened.”
    “You won’t stop me from leaving?”
    Wade shook his head. “No. Before you go tell
me something; did you write the note?”
    “Yes. I’m here to make sure you understood
it.”
    “I have yet to read it,” hinted Wade
stretching the truth. “Five blokes insisted we have a chat down by
the lake.”
    “What men?”
    “I have a feeling you know the answer. I’m
going out on a limb here. Could you be related to Anneli?”
    “Be careful of your accusations, the limb
your standing on might break.”
    Hearing heavy footsteps near the entrance to
the lane, Wade took hold of the woman’s arm, forcing her to step
into a doorway further along. “Tell me what you wrote on