Chapter 98
“JESUS! MAGGIE … MY favorite madam!” Geoff Hewes exclaimed as the woman in the red silk dress walked in. They were in Geoff’s office in the CBD.
She rolled her eyes and helped herself to a chair directly opposite Hewes. In her late fifties, she was heavily made-up, saggy cheeks. She’d clearly lived, and then some.
“Must be important,” Hewes added and looked past Maggie through a pair of glass doors toward the reception area. “So how is my Mosman House of Sin? All the pervs having fun?”
“I try to make sure of that,” Maggie retorted. “And Geoff, baby, I try to please you too.”
He raised an eyebrow, giving her a skeptical look.
“Can’t say I’m happy about these bloody cameras going in and out of the place.”
“Ah yes, well, we have Mr. Loretto to thank for that. But it won’t happen again, Maggie. They’re there to stay.”
She let out a heavy sigh and held up a DVD.
“What’s that?”
“I was unsure what to do with it. It’s a film from one of our rooms, recorded just before Mr. Loretto took the cameras out. I was thinking of chucking it. I didn’t want to get into any trouble. But then … the man on this –” She waved the DVD in front of her face, “– came back in last night and acted like a right pig.”
Geoff was surprised. “Isn’t that what the punters pay for?”
“We have a strict house rule,” Maggie replied. “No fists. If a John wants that he can find some backstreet slut who’s willing … not my girls.”
“And this guy was violent?’
“He booked one of the prettiest girls, Jill. The bastard fractured her nose, broke two of her teeth, cut her face up. The poor kid won’t work for weeks.”
“I see. So, you thought …”
Maggie handed him the DVD. “Do what you want with it,” she said.
Hewes slipped the disc into his computer and tapped a couple of keys. The inside of a room in Maggie’s brothel appeared. A bed, a low ceiling. A woman in a corset, high-heels and stockings came into shot and lay on the bed. A man appeared. Geoff couldn’t see his face. He flicked forward. The office filled with the sounds of copulation, the man grunting loudly. The prostitute was straddling him now. She moved to one side, and there, lying on his back, was the prominent Liberal MP, Ken Boston.
Chapter 99
GEOFF WAS STARING into space, still a little shocked. Maggie had just left and the DVD case lay open on his desk, the disc still in the machine. Then he reached for the phone.
“Ken Boston’s office, please.”
A female voice picked up. “Mr. Boston’s rooms.”
“Good morning,” Hewes began. “Could I speak to Mr. Boston, please?”
“Who’s calling?”
“Mr. Geoff Hewes.”
“From?”
“I’m a Sydney businessman and a constituent.”
“Does Mr. Boston know you, Mr. Hewes?”
“Not yet.”
“I see. I’m afraid I cannot put you through, but I can convey a message.”