by Brian Cain
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jodi’s attention was broken by a clear and loud knock on the door. She looked out the Bay window into the street below, a 70s GT Ford Falcon was parked directly outside, she peeked around the window her inquisitive approach hidden by lace curtains, a part aboriginal police officer stood at the door, she recognised the Cadiche Man. She walked to the front door and put her hand on the door latch, she hesitated deep in thought.
She opened the door wide with a smile. “Hello, can I help you.”
Caliche’s face beamed warmth and relief, “Mrs Stanton, I am not here on an official matter.”
“Would you like to come in?”
“No thanks, plenty of people watching us, I need not give too much away.”
“Go on.”
Cadiche lent on one of the pillars holding up the grand ornate roof above the front door in a casual manner, he had worked out where prying eyes were located and positioned himself as to have his lips out of sight to avoid the conversation being lip read with binoculars. “Your lips will be read Mrs Stanton, the less you say the better. I’d like to first thank you for writing the article many years ago that drove me to where I am now, I also strongly believe you were the one that financed my way through the academy. Still I’m not here for that, your entire family has been shifted to Hawks Nest near Nelsons Bay. They have been very busy setting up shop your husband supplied the real estate, he would like you to stay here, he will be home soon, that’s all I can say.”
“Thank you officer page.” Cadiche turned to walk away. “How’s Kay.”
He turned back in surprise. “How do you know that name?”
“She used to work at the paper before moving on to the academy. Jodi covered her mouth as she spoke in a simulated coughing motion.”
“She’s never mentioned that.”
“Perhaps you’ve never asked.”
Cadiche smiled with a short laughing huff. “Have a good day Mrs Stanton, sit tight.”
Cadiche walked casually to his car, it rumbled sedately down the street as Jodi closed the door.
