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The fix / Nick Earls.
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BEN HARKIN’S FATHER dIEd when his coronary
arteries close over while he winsurfe at Club Me
Bora Bora on his honeymoon with his energetic, thir
an youngest wife. By then the worst of his crimes – all
of the white-collar variety an very much of their time
– ha long before been foun out an subsequently
prosecute with results sufficiently mixe that he coulstill fin money somewhere to spen on the business of
looking prosperous.
He hit the water ea, more than likely, an,
espite his young wife’s strong swimming stroke
an her quick progress to his boy, he was gone an
that was all there was to it. Everything ha until then
been perfect about the ay, but there he was with his
luck change in a moment, floating faceown, breath
gliing out of him for the final time, gazing ea-eye
at the coral an the clown fish an the anemones an
a worl that went on.
The ay the Courier-Mail ran four paragraphs about
his father’s eath, they also covere the announcement
that Ben was to be aware the Star of Courage.
The stories fell several pages apart an I wonere
if anyone but me woul think to link them. Kerry
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Benson Harkin senior – corporate rogue, ea with
the last of his creitors left in his wake an never to besatisfie. Kerry Benson Harkin junior – lawyer, hero.
They share a name, but Ben was always Ben an
never Kerry. It put at least a small istance between
them, as i the fact that Ben looke more Japanese
than European.
Ben Harkin ha been out of my life for years by
then, an I ha wrongly assume that he woul never be back.
* * *
TWO MONTHS LATER, as the worst of the Brisbane
summer heat ebbe, I caught the CityCat from theback of West En into town. Two European back-
packers with sanals cut from tyres an skin the colour
of hazelnut sat on the back eck with their legs stuck out
into the sun, while I kept to a nearby arc of shae an
brace myself to be grateful to my brother.
My brother’s PR company ha one well while I
ha been out of the country, an he ha booke me infor a week or two on his coat-tails, covering a job for a
staff member who was away. From our phone call the
weeken before, that was all I knew. No, I also knew
that the person I was filling in for was skiing in Aspen.
In families, if things are not set in stone, they are set
in something close to it that most ays feels no easier
to negotiate. Families make up their mins early about
who is a big mouth an who is a keeper of secrets, who
is reliable an who is a fuck-up. About every minute
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characteristic. An then, too often, we o things that
reinforce their worst expectations.Eight years before, when I was twenty an Brett was
yet to have staff who skie in the other hemisphere, I ha
MC’ his weing. I ha hear my father telling him I
shoul be best man, an Brett saying that I’ be shit at it
an da knew that. I waite for our father to stan up
for me, to tell him he couln’t be more wrong, to insist
that he ask me. There was a pause, an then our father’svoice sai, ‘Well, you coul at least make him MC.’
So, when the big ay came, I ha too much to
rink an, as the best man simpere his way through a
wasteful speech that enounce none of Brett’s foibles,
I sat making snie remarks to the briesmais, in the
hope that it might improve the os of some of that
ill-consiere weing sex people talk about. Whilethe best man went on about true frienship, I simulate
gagging an ecie someboy ha to achieve some
balance. I mae notes on my place car, but the ink
smuge on the way to the microphone an, with a
hunre an forty faces turne my way, I blurte out –
for the first an only time in my life – something about
the teenage crush I’ ha on the woman who happene
to be the brie.
Francesca was a moel, an spectacular as a brie in
a way that I ha been trying all ay not to mention to
people. At the poium I owne up to keeping a Bras
’n’ Things catalogue in which she ha feature hien
on my bookshelf. It was in the mile of a copy of The
Catcher in the Rye. I ha been thirteen at the time,
though I omitte to mention that, an probably mae
it soun as if the catalogue was still there. Still a visual
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prompt for my lonely carnal acts in the very week she
was marrying my brother.‘Has everyone rea The Catcher in the Rye?’ I hear
myself saying, in case that fixe it, as the large hans of
the best man took my shoulers an turne me without a
fight away from the microphone. He was reaing emails
as I left the marquee to throw up in a nearby bin.
‘Meeting Francesca,’ the note on the place car sai
above the smuge where I ha wipe my palm across it.I ha meant to talk about Brett meeting Francesca. It was
a story in which he came out looking milly foolish.
I coul recall one catalogue picture in particular, in
which she was on a be in a black G-string an camisole,
the usky shapes of her nipples clear through the flimsy
fabric. Ha I talke about that? I hope not.
The next ay we ha a breakfast at a hotel with thenewlywes, an I slunk in late an sat next to a eaf great-
uncle for whom the speeches of the ay before ha been
as safe as a mime. My mother foun me at the buffet,
looke isapprovingly at the large pile of bacon on my
plate an sai, wryly, ‘Josh, you always wear your heart
on your sleeve, on’t you?’ She tol me she ha thought
about it, an that was the best thing she coul offer.
My father sat with his back to me in a booth at
the far en of the room. He was boring Francesca’s
bir-like mother, who picke at a small glass bowl of
low-fat yoghurt with a spoon. I was mustering up the
courage to go over there when I saw the corkboar
photo montage of the reception. There were pictures
of the speeches, the bouquet in the air, an ba ancing
by people who were respectably runk. The montage
ha starte in the mile of the boar an grown out
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from there, a bloom of images overlapping at their
eges an corners. Except for one. All by itself, in thebottom right corner, was a picture of the MC, his hea
in a bin, chucking his guts up.
My father in’t speak to me for weeks. Brett an
Francesca never mentione it.
Months later, when he was angry with me about
something unrelate, Brett sai, ‘You realise Francesca
oesn’t ever want to be alone in a room with you?’I coul only think it ha something to o with my brief
speech about our catalogue ays. Perhaps I ha talke
about her nipples after all.
As the CityCat sli in towars the Riversie stop,
I looke up at the towering builings above – their blue
an bronze glass an concrete, an their blunt geometry
– an it felt as if I might be anywhere. I ha been calleinto builings just like them before, in British cities.
I ha worke from one in Lonon for two years until,
one ay, I in’t.
Somewhere, here in one of them, someone ha an
issue about to pop. Someone was about to nee percep-
tion management. An issue neee fixing, an I was to
be the fixer.
I hope it was ba news. I was better with ba news.
Goo news meant a new prouct or a new eal, an all
the effort went into persuaing the meia to buy into
someone showing off. With ba news, I woul walk in
to the rank smell of fear an I woul usually iscover
that the clients ha alreay fantasise about the most
ire outcomes, an all I ha to o was shore up the sky
an stop it falling as they took their pain an surprise
themselves by coming out the other sie intact. They ha
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often hien something, or bluffe their way through
with a half-truth that was starting to unravel. Theywoul want to lie, ambitiously, an ha bought me as
armour. But, in the job’s only moral moment, I woul
tell them we woul start with the truth, an buil the fix
from there. An I woul explain in etail how their lives
woul be in the ays an weeks ahea. They woul wear
some bruises but, after it was all one, they woul fin
themselves only a few eep breaths away from feelingthat they ha integrity back within reach.
Brett was sitting at a white plastic table outsie the
coffee shop where we ha agree to meet. He was
wearing a ark suit an, when I got closer, I coul see
that it ha fine pinstripes. He was ignoring his coffee an
scrolling through a ocument on his BlackBerry. For the
first time, I notice that his sany hair was thinning ontop. He looke up as I pulle another chair away from
the table an its legs scrape on the tiles.
‘do you have a tie?’ he sai. He looke as if he ha
been about to smile, but it in’t happen.
‘Hello.’ I pause to allow him time to get reacquainte
with the wor. ‘With me right now, or at all?’
He thought about it. ‘Either.’
‘No.’ I ha ties, somewhere. In a box.
‘How oes anyone not have a tie?’
I was a barbarian who ha, out of nowhere, appeare
on the wrong sie of the battlements.
‘I ha a couple,’ I tol him. ‘They never came
back from Englan. Maybe you coul get over it.’ He
was looking at my shirt by then. ‘An before you ask
the question “do you have an iron?” let me just say,
“don’t.” I alreay have a mother for that shit, an if we
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neee a warrobe session for this meeting you shoul
have tol me.’This whole conversation shoul have been, in a
wor, nicer. He shoul have starte with hello, instea
of behaving like a housemaster noting a uniform
iniscretion.
He looke past me, at Kangaroo Point an the final
ownwar sweep of the grey girers of the Story Brige.
He seeme for a moment to be focusing on the brigehar enough to count iniviual rivets.
‘Let me just check one thing,’ he sai. ‘You are able
to fit this in, aren’t you? Your iary is clear until next
Monay?’
‘Pretty much clear.’
‘An if I han’t calle about this job, how woul
it be?’Pretty much clear. ‘Flexible,’ I sai instea. ‘That’s
one of the perks. That’s the beauty of my present
arrangements.’ It came out souning as contrive as
it was. ‘I have some out-of-town commitments for a
couple of ays from late next Monay, but I’m fine till
then.’ I ae it so belately that it probably seeme
mae up. ‘That’s for an article.’
‘Okay,’ he sai. He gave his coffee a perfunctory
stir, an took a mouthful of it. ‘I’ve rea the blog you
o. That’s going well. An Mum sai you’ ha a few
pieces in magazines.’
He ha flecks of latte froth on his gingernut-coloure
moustache. He licke at it, sensing the froth was there
but missing it. He’ ha the moustache for close to
twenty years, an grew it in the first place to hie the
jagge scar on his upper lip from the time he went over
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his bike hanlebars as a ki. Of course, the scar itself
couln’t grow anything, so the rest of it ha to be extrabushy to make up for it. It was a mo the Marlboro Man
woul have been prou of, ha he not ie of prouct-
relate cancer when working for the one inustry the
Western worl coul no longer spin. In an attempte
concession to the times, Brett’s Marlboro Man mo was
now paire with a flavour-saver below his lower lip. It
misse the mark, an he looke like a ginger cavalier.‘So, tell me about the job,’ I sai. He ha work for
me an I neee it.
He picke up a slim salmon-coloure zip-up
ocument satchel that ha been leaning against the leg
of his chair.
‘Have you seen these before?’ he sai. ‘It’s mae
from an ol vinyl billboar skin.’He showe me the tiny picture of the billboar that
was stuck on there. The satchel ha been cut from a
salmon-coloure exclamation mark. Brett ha greene up
while I ha been out of the country, an the satchel was
another green creential. I still wasn’t sure if the conver-
sion was sincere or just the right look for the firm.
‘Here’s the job,’ he sai, pulling a printout of a
scanne newspaper article from the satchel an setting
it on the table in front of me. ‘It’s helping a law firm
through this, the highlighte bits, the meal. Getting it
some tasteful attention, making it a plus.’
He sai something more, but I ha stoppe listening.
He was showing me the article I ha rea two months
before, about Ben Harkin an the meal.
Ben Harkin, his two paragraphs covere in yellow
highlighter pen, was the job.
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The wors ha been crunche a little by the scanning,
but I knew them anyway. Brett’s tone change. Hewas asking me a question. He wante to know what
I thought.
‘di you know his father ie?’ I sai. ‘It was in the
paper the same ay.’
‘So you’re alreay onto this? di I talk about this
before? The etails of the job?’ He leane across to
check the page. ‘I in’t know his father ha ie.’‘We have a past. Ben Harkin an I.’ It was the
simplest way to put it, even if it soune more ramatic
than I wante it to. ‘An I rea a lot of papers. I’m
forever scouting for blog material.’ I neee to focus.
I neee to put a ifferent thought in my hea. The
thought of Ben Harkin as a siege hero, as my new job.
The picture was of one of the other awar recipi-ents, a pilot who ha climbe onto the fuselage to save
a skyiver caught on the way out. Both the pilot an
the skyiver were leaning against the opene oor of
a small plane, one of them holing a parachute as a
prop. They were laughing. Their story was the first
six paragraphs. Ben’s Star of Courage, for jumping a
gunman in a siege, was paragraphs seven an eight.
‘So why i the pilot get most of the article for the
Bravery Meal when it says that Ben’s Star of Courage
is actually a bigger eal? Is it just that two people an a
plane make a better picture?’
‘Goo question,’ he sai. ‘I on’t know. What kin
of past o you have?’
‘We know each other.’ Knew each other.
‘Oh. Well, that’s a bonus.’ He rotate the sheet of
paper on the table so that we coul both rea it easily.
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‘Yeah, the Star of Courage is the higher category.
Maybe their last PR people weren’t on the ball. We’veonly ha Ranall Hoo Beckett as a client for a month
or so. The meal presentation’s next Monay. What o
you think you can o in a week?’
‘A week? depens if you want quality or quantity.
depens on the story, an what he’s like at telling
it. A week is fine, though, particularly if he’s okay
talent. It counts as news on Monay, an news isn’tbig on lea times. As you know.’ My han was on
Ben’s two yellow paragraphs, both mentions of his
name covere. It was easier to think that way. ‘Even
beyon the news angle, Monay’s the ay we’ve got
to hang it on. We’ll lan it on the news an spin it out
of there.’ It was jargon I ha picke up somewhere.
I ha once thought it soune goo, but maybe itin’t. Maybe it soune false. ‘We shoul be fine,
unless there are bigger heroes aroun that we on’t
know about.’
‘We shoul get you a coffee,’ he sai, struck by the
thought for the first time an glancing aroun half-
heartely for staff. ‘Except we’re going to have to hea
off soon. You coul get it takeaway.’ He reache into
his pocket for some coins.
‘I’m okay. Thanks.’
He opene the ocument satchel again, an pulle
out another sheet of paper. ‘There’s some backgroun,’
he sai. ‘Some more on the story. They sent through
this article from when it happene. Late September the
year before last.’
‘Are you planning to give it all to me one page at
a time?’
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‘I in’t want to overwhelm your Gen Y concen-
tration span.’ It was a longstaning joke making acomeback.
We were a clear half-generation apart in age, an it
mostly felt like one of those halves that roune up. We
han’t ha enough common groun to work the way
brothers were suppose to, but on our better ays we
ha still connecte in some ways – the music he brought
home, mainly, an movies. An I ha of course spentmy teenage years in a relationship with a photo of the
woman he later met an marrie.
‘Somewhere out there is a emographer I want to
slap over all that Gen Y stuff,’ I tol him, ‘but I’m too
istractable to fin out who.’
He laughe. ‘I’ give you more, but that’s all I’ve
got. Just those articles. I’m sure the firm’ll have more.’The oler article ha more etails of the siege,
though it han’t really been a siege, not in the way it
was conceive or carrie out. Perhaps the wor siege
ha come along early in the coverage, an stuck. The
gunman was an aggrieve or trouble client. He ha
taken Ben an the managing partner, Frank Ainsworth,
hostage an blocke the exits. Ben ha save the ay
but, in the struggle, the man ha been fatally shot by his
own weapon. I got the impression it han’t laste long
enough to become a siege.
‘So, Ben Harkin’s a frien of yours?’ Brett was saying.
I in’t look up. There was a photo of Ben being le
to an ambulance, an an oler man – Frank Ainsworth –
on a stretcher with a banage wrappe aroun his hea.
‘Well, I’ happily never see him again, but on’t let that
bother you.’
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Brett picke at his nails. It was a habit that ha always
irritate me.‘But you’re okay with this?’ he sai, as nonchalantly
as he coul manage. ‘I’ve tol them it’ll be you oing the
job. I’ve pitche you base on what you i in the UK.’
‘I’m okay with it.’ I straightene the two sheets of
paper out in front of me, one on top of the other. ‘I’m
a professional. Watch me. I can be the most professional
guy you’ve ever seen without a tie.’‘Remember that job you i with the contaminate
water in the UK? That went really well. You’ll be great
with this. An it’s easy. In an out in a week or so.’
‘I i practically nothing on that. The contaminate
water job.’ I ha alreay sai I was okay. I in’t nee
to be persuae. ‘I was really junior then.’
‘Maybe, but it was a tough sell. This is goo news.The water story shows you know how to fin the angles
to play. It’s a goo example.’ It wasn’t any kin of
example, but I was going to take the work, even if Ben
Harkin was to be right at the centre of it. ‘An there was
more, right? Privatisations? A toll roa through some
piece of unspoile wilerness?’
‘It wasn’t exactly unspoile wilerness. It was the
Milans. But, yeah, I ran interference on that kin of
stuff. Spun it till its eyes poppe, if I ha to. A goo-
news story like this looks like a gift in comparison. I’m
your man, Brett. So stop pitching. At least stop pitching
me to me. Or to you.’
‘Just talking things through. You’ll be great.’ He looke
at his watch, then straightene it on his wrist. ‘Mum sai
you picke up the camp stove from her a week ago.’
‘Yeah. My oven kin of conke out.’
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So this was where it all came together – my oven, the
visit to my parents, the out-of-the-blue call from Brettoffering work. Not so out of the blue, as it turne out.
Aspen now soune too obvious, a cliché. I wonere if
the job was complete charity. I took a long slow breath,
an I sucke it up.
I was tucke uner the overhang of a mortgage, I ha
money coming in but only in fits an starts, an Ranall
Hoo Beckett was to be my oven job. The camp stovewas a very temporary solution. It ha to be. It was no
more sophisticate than a Bunsen burner.
‘I want to make the right choice with the new oven,’
I tol him. ‘I on’t want to rush it. It might be smarter
to o the rest of the kitchen at the same time. Renovate
the lot.’ I ha no plans for that, but it soune like an
ault thing to say. ‘The camp stove’ll be fine in themeantime.’
‘Sure,’ he sai. ‘An there’s always salas. Most of us
on’t eat enough salas.’
The job was charity. I was sure of it then.
He checke that I in’t want the takeaway coffee,
took the last mouthful of his latte an le me out of the
coffee shop in the irection of the nearby office towers,
an Ranall Hoo Beckett.
As we waite for the traffic lights to change, I
realise that the news photo ha been taken from exactly
the spot where we were staning. I coul see where the
ambulance ha parke. I coul see the jacarana trees
that ha frame Ben’s exit from the builing.
‘does he know it’s me?’ It was the builing iag-
onally across the intersection. He was up there now,
somewhere, high up behin the gol glass, waiting.
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‘Who? Ben Harkin?’ Brett glance at me just as
the green walk sign came on. The woman to his rightbumpe his elbow as she steppe out onto the roa.
‘Yeah. I guess so. I’m sure he oes. I sent them that
CV you emaile. They sai he’ be gla to know it was
someone with the right experience.’
Like most respectable CVs, the facts – the ates an
places – were true enough, but I rea better than I was.
Since my job was spin, though, there woul have beena kin of negligence involve, surely, if I han’t applie
just a little steay torque to my own story.
We crosse the street an the granite forecourt, an
cool air roe out of the open glass oors ahea of us as
we approache the builing. In the foyer, the granite
floor was polishe an people in ark suits – men an
women – crisscrosse between the lift wells an theoors. It looke almost choreographe, like the opening
ceremony of a lawyers’ Olympics. In two places, a pair
of camel-coloure leather sofas ha been arrange as if
for conversation, in an L-shape with a potte rubber
tree where they met. The Ls were mirror images of each
other, an the rubber trees nearly ientical. The sofas
were empty.
Mi-foyer, Brett stoppe. ‘Ben wasn’t the one with
Eloise, was he?’
‘Yeah. He was the one with Eloise.’ It was the one
question I ha wante him not to ask. ‘This has always
been, an remains, a small town.’ A small town, an I ha
come back to it, come back an stuck myself to my past
like a moth to a pantry moth trap. Eloise was in my hea,
vivily. I trie to force the image of her to pixelate, to
erase. I ha worke my way clear of all that, almost clear.
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Brett was looking at me, measuring up what this
might o. I coul tell he was expecting flight – gutlesslittle-brotherly flight – an alreay planning for its
consequences.
‘That was then an this is now,’ I sai. I realise I
coul live with the camp stove, pretty much inefinitely.
It wasn’t the point after all. ‘I’m not walking away in the
foyer of the builing on the way to the meeting. You’ve
pitche me. They’re expecting me. An you know I cano this job.’
‘Okay.’ He ha something big-brotherly that he
wante to tell me, some toxic platitue or perhaps an
upate on the benefits of sala, but he hel it back. It’s
a rare moment when a family member works out in
time that every single thing they want to say woul be
wrong. ‘I think it’s on thirty-seven. Reception.’Half of the lifts, I notice, went only to twenty,
while the others service the upper floors. We steppe
into one as the oors were closing.
‘As goo-news stories go,’ I sai to Brett, ‘this one
shoul be easier to work with than most. At least it’s got
a goo story. A real story.’
‘Yeah, right,’ he sai, too positively. It was as if
he ha hel his breath since he’ mentione Eloise,
an now he coul let it out. ‘Yeah. An I on’t think
they’ve one much with it yet at all.’
At thirty-seven, the lift oors opene to a curve
white marble reception esk an, behin it, a broa
painting of the city at night. It was an aerial view, with
the vigour of the brushwork on show an picking up
all the colour an mess of the lights without being
gauy. On the front of the esk, fixe by steel ros to
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the marble, the names Ranall, Hoo an Beckett ha
somehow been worke into a wave of bluish glass. Iwante a tie. I shoul have looke harer for one, back
at the flat. I shoul have thought it through.
‘They’re expecting you on thirty-eight,’ the recep-
tionist sai when Brett signe us in. ‘Let me sort that out
for you.’ She took a pass on a lanyar from her rawer
an le us back to the lift. When the oors opene, she
steppe in, wave the pass in front of a sensor an pushethe button for the next floor. ‘For Mister Ainsworth’s
office, you turn left out of the lift, then keep going to
the en. I’ll let him know you’re on your way.’
She was leaving the lift as she spoke, but she kept
her han on the oors to stop them closing on us as we
got in.
‘Security,’ Brett sai as soon as it was just the two of us. ‘I think that’s since the incient. I hear they’ ha
a security revamp.’
‘But wasn’t it a client? Wouln’t he have got in
anyway?’ I was trying to work it out, not trying to pick
a fight.
‘I just hear,’ he sai. He cleare his throat, an
watche the thirty-seven change to a thirty-eight on the
liqui crystal isplay. ‘I think if a client turne up on
thirty-seven with a gun an looking kin of crazy, it’
be a hint that you wouln’t take them to thirty-eight.’
‘Goo point. Here’s hoping I’ll o all my work on
thirty-eight then.’
The lift oors opene to a corrior of glass-fronte
offices. We steppe out onto a ark blue carpet with a
recurring green motif, an just enough give to unerline
its quality.
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Frank Ainsworth stoo as we arrive at the open
oor to his corner office.‘Brett, come in,’ he sai, his voice a little louer than
it neee to be. ‘An you must be Joshua.’
Through the winows behin him, the office blocks
parae own Charlotte Street, the afternoon sun flaring
from their glass faces. I coul only see the miles of
most builings an the tops of some, an couln’t tell
between them. One or two of them might even havebeen built while I was away. I recognise the street less
than I expecte to. Maybe it wasn’t Charlotte Street, but
one of the other queen streets instea.
Of the two walls without winows, one ha a ot
painting that at a guess woul have cost ten gran,
an the other ha shelves full of the kin of books
that make a classic lawyer backrop in TV interviews.I ha never seen them close up, an wonere if
they were legislation, or textbooks, or something you
bought by the metre – a kin of office ressing from
the age of encyclopaeias.
Frank came aroun his esk to meet me with a
bone-crushing hanshake, a wave of manly sanal-
woo aftershave straight out of the eighties an his pale
blue eyes working me over, summing me up, alreay
checking whether or not I was up to the job. He was
not someone to be sucke in by a well-massage CV.
He wore a crisp white shirt an a club tie an coul
have been any other har-ege, no-nonsense man in
business, ha it not been for the pink scar on his tanne
bal scalp, zigzagging back from his forehea.
‘don’t worry,’ he sai, tapping the scar with his left
inex finger. ‘I’ve hear it all before. Harry Potter at
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fifty.’ He gave a bark of a laugh an then quickly sai,
‘Sit own, sit own,’ motioning towars the two seatson the opposite sie of the esk to his. ‘I’m only forty-
eight anyway. Just a bit weather-beaten.’ He took his
own seat, straightene his tie in a way that looke like
a habit an sai, ‘You’re going to be an asset to us over
the next week, Joshua.’
He looke well over fifty, with his sun-leathere
skin. He ha eep frown lines etche into his forehea.The backs of his hans were mottle, an the veins an
tenons stoo out as his fingers tappe on his esk. But
he looke as if the years ha toughene him, not worn
him out.
There was a family photo in a simple silver frame
on the esk. It was black-an-white, a formal portrait,
Frank with a smile as comfortable as an ill-fitting suit, hiswife, two ark-haire teenage aughters.
‘It was reaful in the ays afterwars,’ he sai.
‘Particularly for Ben.’ He looke across to Brett, an
then back to me. ‘We offere him counselling, but he
sai no. He ha time off. When his meal was announce
a couple of months ago – it was in the papers, we might
have sent that one to you, I think – he couln’t o the
interviews. We ha to say he was in Japan on business.’
‘But there’s no escape at the investiture, an you
want him to be reay.’ Alreay I ha the answer about
the skyiver story in the paper.
‘That’s right,’ he sai. ‘More than that. We want it
to be the positive experience, an the recognition, that
he eserves. Part of the healing process.’ He seeme to
choose the wors carefully. They ha the soun of a
prepare statement.
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The phone on his esk rang, an the noise seeme to
surprise him. He grabbe the hanset.‘di I tell you I wante to be interrupte?’ There
was no hello, no start to a conversation. ‘No. No, I
in’t think so.’ On the other en of the line, a woman
hurrie to explain herself. ‘Later. We can eal with that
later. Let’s have no more calls unless there’s a fire, or
someboy wants to shoot me. Right?’ He trie to smile
but it was the smile of the photo or one quite like it. Itwas for Brett an me, not the caller.
He put the phone own.
‘do people often want to shoot you?’
Brett gave me a look when I sai it. Frank laughe,
but not convincingly. ‘Just the one so far.’ He wante to
keep things light, or make it seem as though the conversa-
tion was light by nature. He wante his outburst erase.‘I’m hoping it stays that way. Anyway, it’s Ben who’s
the story now, an we’ve persuae him he nees some
backup, someone like you to manage the meia sie of it
an get him reay. Take that stress off him, at least.’
‘That’s Josh’s thing,’ Brett sai quickly. ‘This is going
to work out well.’
He was trying to fix my crass comment.
‘Okay, here’s how it looks to me.’ It was time to
emonstrate my thing. Time to sell Frank to himself,
an file the incient away. ‘This is a firm people can
rely on. It’s epenable, it’s efficient an it will eliver.
It oesn’t cut corners. It has substance.’ It was a message
everyone like hearing about themselves, particularly
the people who ha spent money on carpets an art. ‘It
oesn’t make a lot of noise. It’s a firm you can trust.’
I watche him on ‘trust’, but I saw nothing. ‘What Ben
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i fits with that. This is a firm where the lawyers woul
throw themselves at a gunman to save a life, an seekno glory for it afterwars. He’s a genuine hero, but a
reluctant one, an I think that’s a goo place to start.’
‘That’s us,’ Frank sai. He was picturing how it
woul look in the papers. ‘It’s Ben, an it’s the firm.
That’s it.’
‘So tell me who you want to reach with this. There’ll
be quite a bit of meia interest on the ay, when it’snews, but the best way to secure something more, so
that it isn’t just a news item, woul be for me to get to
work contacting the right people this week. Selecting a
few that’ be a goo fit an locking them in, while at
the same time working with Ben an you an anyone
else to get a hanle on the best way of telling the story.’
Frank was noing while I was speaking. He ha hispen in his han, as if he might make notes. ‘Maybe you
coul also tell me about meia coverage you’ve been
getting for other things – anyone who’s taken an interest
in the firm an might be up for a follow-up, or anyone
who oesn’t like you.’
‘I can’t imagine why anyone wouln’t like us.’ Frank
smile again, as if the three of us were in on a joke.
‘We’re all about helping the little guy. But I suppose
there’s always someone who oesn’t like you. Someone
who remembers one time when you ha to knock a
few heas together.’ He sai it as if all reasonable people
were in the business of knocking heas. ‘Not the meia,
though – they on’t take much of a look at us. We buy
some a space in the papers for the crash-an-bash an
family bits of the firm, but that’s about it. My work’s
particularly with SMEs – small-to-meium business
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enterprises. Some of them are big enough to make the
papers. We want to reach them, I suppose.’ He stoppe,to give it some thought. ‘When regular people – by
which I particularly mean cashe-up regular people with
six to fifty staff – have legal nees, we want to be one of
the names they think of.’
‘Goo.’ Regular people. By Frank’s efinition I
knew only one, an he was sitting next to me with
a ba mo an a salmon-coloure satchel. ‘If you’rethinking of linking any kin of a spen to this, my
avice is on’t. This nees to run own purely eitorial
channels, or you’ll unermine it, an unermine Ben. If
you routinely o run as in any of the publications we
get him into, or raio stations we get him on, I think
you shoul pull them for a few ays. By all means, bring
them in after that, once we’ve put the firm’s name outthere, but it’s too ugly to look like you’re commercial-
ising something like this. People won’t like it.’
‘Right,’ he sai. ‘Excellent.’ This time he reache
for a pa an mae a note. ‘I on’t know if anyone’s
thinking that way, but I’ll stop them if they are.’ He
rew a box aroun the note, which I couln’t rea.
‘Maybe it’s time to rop in on Ben.’
His face mae it seem as if it might have been a
question, but he was alreay staning. Brett looke my
way. I thought he was about to speak, but instea he
noe an then checke his watch. I ha imagine
Ben Harkin over the years, on an off, an now I was
about to see him again.
Frank le us along a corrior that passe glass-fronte
offices on one sie, an a storeroom an a bay of work
stations on the other. A woman sat typing in the first
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cubicle, her gaze fixe on the screen, a line of Simpsons
figurines along the top of her computer an a dilbertmug half-full of tea or coffee besie her. Pinne up
on her ivier was a sheet of A4 paper with a message
that rea, ‘Workplaces are to be kept neat an tiy, an
without personal aornments. Please feel free to express
yourself on your frige at home.’ It looke like it ha
come from an email, but it ha been bumpe up to
eighteen point an covere with glitter an a chain of coloure paperclips.
Next to her, I coul see the back of another woman
who was on the phone an saying, ‘I just wante to
check that the courier ha got there . . .’
Frank ha stoppe at the thir office own the
corrior an was tapping on the glass.
Ben Harkin stoo in his tailore suit as we walke in,an he met me with a steay hanshake. It was the first
time we’ ever shaken hans. His black hair ha a sheen
to it an his shirt cuffs ha gol cufflinks, not buttons.
He looke like a Vogue magazine-shoot version of a
lawyer, but he also looke at ease there, not like a moel
brought in to pose. He looke to me like a lawyer other
lawyers might envy.
‘Josh,’ he sai. ‘Joshua Lang. Riing in like the
cavalry. You’ve one a lot these past few years, from
what I’ve hear. Over in Lonon. Though you i
cross over to the ark sie . . .’ He was smiling, as if
we were back right away at a place where he coul
make a joke about my ol ambitions. He knew I’ gone
overseas hoping to write features, to work in investiga-
tive journalism an break stories people neee to know
about. ‘Lucky for us,’ he sai. ‘Lucky for me.’
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He seeme to have forgotten that we ha stoppe
being friens, an for a moment ha me oubting myown memory of it. I was smiling back. I coul feel
it, the smile opening up on my face. He ha me missing
the better times we’ ha. I couln’t speak, an I was
sure my smile ha fixe itself into a stupi grin.
‘Ben, we’ve ha a bit of a chat,’ Frank sai, his hans
on the back of a chair. ‘But I thought we’ hol off on
the etail until we came in to you.’ He turne to Brett,an then looke past Brett to inclue me. ‘I think we
just want people to know that we’re prou to have
someone of Ben’s calibre at this firm.’
It came out stiffly, like a istant father trying to
manage a hug. Ben looke own at his esk, an move
his pen. It was Mont Blanc, or something similar.
‘You’re going to have to stop feeling awkwar aboutthat,’ I tol him. ‘There’ll be prie everywhere on
Monay.’ He put on a shuer, for effect. He wante to
be sure there was no pretence of willingness. ‘I’m going
to have to get to know your version of what happene
insie out.’
‘Ben, we’ve got to o justice to the story this time,’
Frank sai. ‘You’ve got to get your ue.’ He looke at
Ben long enough to make sure that the message was
getting through, an then he turne to me. ‘It’s har to
imagine what it was like. I really in’t think I’ get out
of it alive.’
‘Rob Mueller was a very isturbe man,’ Ben sai.
More wors that felt rehearse, or at least spoken before,
perhaps worke out when the siege was fresh an Ben
was mae to tell an retell his story to police, workmates,
whoever he came across.
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‘There was no reasoning with him,’ Frank sai.
‘He was elue. Hearing voices. He sai he was ona mission from Go. He was going to shoot me an
anyone who stoo in his way.’
I neee it from Ben, so I turne back to him. ‘An
you . . .’
‘Ben jumpe him.’ It was Frank again. ‘He’ alreay
hit me in the hea. There was bloo everywhere. He
was about to shoot me.’‘Okay.’ I kept my eyes on Ben. ‘Well, I’m going to
have to hear it from you too. We can’t o all the inter-
views with Frank’s han up the back of your shirt. The
meia aren’t much into ventriloquism.’ It was suppose to
be a joke, but it came out souning har. ‘You an I are
going to have to talk it through. The siege an anything
else that might come up. Your father, for example. He’sprobably going to come up if we o any profile pieces.
I was really sorry to rea about him.’
Ben noe, but his face tol me nothing. ‘It’s okay.
You know we weren’t close.’
‘Yeah. I was sorry to hear it, though. It can’t be
easy for you. An I think we’ve got to expect that it
might come up. Not so much in the news stuff, but if
there are any feature articles or any longer TV pieces,
like Australian Story.’ There was something ugly about
getting own to business, when this bit of business was
his father’s eath. ‘We can’t have it in the back of your
min any time someone’s interviewing you. You’ll feel
better if we have a plan.’ Some of his hair ha fallen
across his forehea, making him look even more like
a moel. ‘The best way to eal with any ifficult issue
is to be reay to tell the truth. Be up-front about your
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version of the truth. Own it first. So, we’re open about
your father. I think we have to be. An most of the timehe won’t be mentione. This is a hero story, a tragic
event that will be remembere for one person’s courage.
I haven’t been calle in to fix a problem. This isn’t a
question of spin.’
‘Exactly,’ Frank sai, hearing something that soune
right to him. ‘It’s not a question of spin. It’s about
heroism. An you’re here to get Ben through it.’‘An look at it from the meia’s point of view.
They nee stories, an this is a goo one. So you nee
to be able to tell it. This is a story that says that in a
trouble worl there are goo guys out there, an goo
oes not go unrecognise. These people are picking
up ba-news stories from the wires all the time, an
they want something positive. An plenty of the goo-news stories they get pitche to them are crap, people
flogging gagets that the worl just oesn’t nee –
internet-enable friges, multi-articulating tooth-
brushes, four-blae razors. They’ll want this, your story.
So we nee to work out how to let some light in on the
instant when a city lawyer ecie to be a hero. That’s
the key to it. An I can help you get there.’
In one way, it ha been easier with the toll roa in
the Milans, the organic grocers, the bottle water.
There was no siege victim to push into the glare then.
I wasn’t sure if this was for Ben at all or just goo pub-
licity, the firm’s unspecial name going out there, hitche
to an act of bravery. It felt as if I ha left Brisbane as
Anakin an come back as darth, rebuilt into something
infinitely cynical an talking amorally about heroes in
my breathy metallic voice.
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Ben blinke a couple of times, an then smile.
‘I think we have five-blae razors now.’I almost tol him I was gla we ha that covere, but
then ecie not to take the bait.
‘So can you tell me what happene?’ I neee to
know that I coul get him to the point. ‘Your version
of it?’
‘It’s just like Frank sai. The guy lost it. Hit Frank
in the hea with the gun. Was going to shoot him.What else coul I o, really?’ He left it there, the
roughest of pencil sketches of what ha gone on. He
shrugge. That was it. He looke own at his phone.
He reache out an touche the igital time isplay
with his fingertip. ‘I’m actually expecting a call from
Osaka any minute.’
‘Okay, but there’s got to be more.’ The self-assureVogue lawyer who ha shaken my han ha backe
away, without a story to tell. ‘We nee to fin a more
etaile version of it that you’re comfortable putting out
there.’
‘I know.’ He waite for the phone to ring, but
it in’t. ‘Your vowels have change, Josh. There’s
something English about them.’
‘Knock, knock,’ a voice sai in the oorway. It
soune upbeat, out of step with the moo.
‘Max,’ Frank sai. ‘This is Brett an Joshua Lang.
Max Visser. Max is the partner Ben reports to. Josh will
be working with Ben, an the rest of us, aroun the
public sie of Ben’s meal presentation.’
‘Josh Lang,’ Max Visser sai with unnecessary
emphasis, reaching his han out for me to shake. He
was forty-ish, sany-haire. He was like a better-looking
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version of Brett, minus the lip thatch. He steppe past
Brett on his way into the room an left him staningthere like a before photo. ‘Tell me, you are the Josh
Lang I rea in the Brisbane Times? Of course you are. I
know it from the photo.’ His accent was South African.
He pumpe my han as if I might spout water. ‘That
blog on photocopiers was hilarious. That one with the
repair guy. Totally hilarious.’
Ben’s phone rang. ‘That’ll be Osaka,’ he sai.‘We’ll talk tomorrow,’ I tol him, an he noe
without looking my way.
His han was alreay reaching for the phone, but he
checke his move an sai, ‘Actually, Wenesay. I’m
in Cairns for the ay tomorrow.’ An he took the Osaka
call without letting me say a thing more.
‘Sorry about that,’ Frank sai once we were in thecorrior. ‘I aske Ben to put some time asie toay,
but sometimes the clients aren’t too accommoating.
Tomorrow too, from the soun of it.’ He was looking
back through the glass at Ben, who was talking, noing,
scrolling through a ocument on screen. ‘Things come
up. But you’ll want some time to familiarise yourself
with the file anyway, an then you can hit the groun
running with Ben first thing Wenesay. I’ll make amn
sure that works, on’t worry.’ He sai it in a way that
left me in no oubt. ‘I’ll leave you in Max’s capable
hans an he can let you know what’s what.’
‘Come with me,’ Max sai. ‘I’ve got something to
show you.’
As he le me further own the corrior, I coul
hear Frank’s voice receing in the other irection. He
was taking Brett back to his office, or to the lift. ‘We’re
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practically carbon-neutral now,’ he sai. ‘That coul be
a story, once this is one.’I hear the wor ‘satchel’ from Brett, an then Max
sai, ‘In here, in here.’ He ushere me into a room with
a large copier/printer an shelves of toner an paper.
In its own quiet way, it looke like a carbon crime in
progress. Perhaps, in some wil place, Ranall Hoo
Beckett pai for a forest to grow with this room’s name
on it.‘Take a look at that,’ he sai. He was pointing to my
photocopier blog, which ha been zoome, printe an
stuck on the wall above the open copier li. ‘di you
really follow the repairman aroun?’
‘Yeah, I i. It was one of my first blogs. I han’t
worke out then how much you coul cover without
stepping away from Google.’Max was reaing it, an not really listening to me.
‘Hilarious.’ He pointe to a part he ha gone over with
a highlighter pen. I knew which bit it woul be.
december was the worst time of year for office
photocopiers an, prospecting for blog topics, I attache
myself for a morning to the surliest repair guy in the
business. As the city geare up for Christmas, he came
upon the tinselle offices as some kin of anti-Santa, an
Ebeneezer Scrooge turne up a century or so later as
a malcontent mechanic, curse by the frivolity of the
season. So why was december the worst month of his
year? There are two crucial pieces of copier info every
responsible office shoul circulate in the weeks before
the Christmas party: the maximum weight the glass can
bear is fifty-five kilos an the temperature of the light is
170 egrees. He mae it plain that scorche boy parts
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were not his problem, an he rove a vanful of replace-
ment glass aroun every december.A few hours of his grouchiness an I ha myself a
blog, an a place on the wall in this winowless room
at Ranall Hoo Beckett. At the bottom of the printout
there was a note in blue pen that rea, ‘RHB accepts no
responsibility for buttock or other trauma ue to misuse
of this copier, whether the owner of sai buttocks (or
other boy parts) weighs above or below 55kg. MV’.‘What I think is great,’ he sai, ‘is that, even now,
when everyone coul o it, it’s not the same to take a
photo of your arse an email it.’ My blog seeme to
mean we were alreay mi-conversation, an the topic
was arse imaging. ‘Technology may have move on,
but there’s still something special about pale butt cheeks
presse onto hot glass. What is that?’People woul warm to Max. The meia, auiences.
He woul be goo interview talent, if I coul keep the
li on. Frank was focuse an he coul tell his story, but
not in a way that woul make people like him. There
was a harness to Frank, mae harer by the scar.
‘Your office,’ Max sai, when no more great buttock
thoughts woul come. ‘I shoul show you your office.’
It was two oors own the corrior, on the internal
sie. Its three off-white walls ha empty hooks for art to
hang on, an boxes were pile high in one corner. There
was a esk with a computer, an a whiteboar with a
half-finishe game of noughts an crosses smeare across
it, but no sign of marker pens.
‘We figure you’ nee to be close to Ben an the
rest of the unit while you’re getting this sorte out. I’m
own at the en.’ He looke aroun the office, as if he
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wante it to be better. ‘We thought you might nee a
whiteboar.’ Through the glass wall, something in thecorrior istracte him. ‘Selina, Selina.’
Selina stoppe in the oorway. She was maybe late
thirties, with borello cleavage that wasn’t easy to look
away from, an pewter knick-knacks on chains aroun
her neck. She was the owner of the dilbert mug an
the Simpsons toys, an she was giving Max a wary look,
probably not for the first time.‘Selina’s our amin person,’ Max was saying. ‘She
keeps us all on track. We’ be a shambles without her.
Well, I woul be. It is him, Selina. I was right. The Josh
Lang, the one who oes the blogs.’
‘Great,’ she sai, as though it wasn’t. ‘Max was
hoping. Well, I’m please to meet you anyway. An
I hope your personal life improves.’‘So o I,’ Max sai. ‘Hilarious.’
* * *
HILARIOUS. UNLESS IT’S YOUR own life. In
which case, not so hilarious. The version of me in theblogs wasn’t quite my life, though it i make its way
in there, remixe for comic effect. The guy in the blogs
took the pratfalls I mostly manage to avoi, but that
was the job.
I tol my mother she shouln’t rea them an, if she
i, she shouln’t believe them. ‘But it’s in the paper,’
she sai, as if there ha to be an eitor checking that
I ha truly eaten a stock cube thinking it was fuge,
or been roppe by a girlfrien in a particular way.