Chapter 1
Charlie 88
THE DETECTIVES’ OFFICES AT FREMANTLE reflected the historical entity of the old dockland city. Basically it was a piece of ancient crap, scarred and beaten by decades, nay, centuries, of constant abuse by bored or angry or naturally malicious coppers. The desks were wooden, although ten or twenty years ago a few metal replacements arrived. They too were soon scratched with obscenities, insults and personal commentary as to the sexual proclivities of various standout officers.
There were two ways of viewing entrée to the Corps d’Dees: the first was by using the front door; the second – and by far the most important – was to pass the ‘trade test’ as to your personal loyalty.