Black Tide
“Photograph, seal of the Commonwealth of Australia. No name, just a line saying: This serves to identify the holder as an employee of the Commonwealth of Australia. It gave a Canberra number to ring for verification. ‘This is useful identification,’ I said. ‘What are you, clerks in the Department of Agriculture? Maybe you’re in Weights and Measures. Work the scale, run the tape over things.’ I handed the wallet back. ‘And the phone number, that’s useful too. Self-fulfilling prophecy.’ The man sa...id, ‘Can we go inside? Little public out here.’ They followed me in. I leant against a clamping bench. ‘Anywhere to sit down?’ said the man. His fair hair was combed sideways, little widow’s peak, touch of grey at the temples. He could pass for a Uniting Church minister. Probably was on the side. ‘This is a workshop,’ I said. ‘Generally, we work standing.’ He looked around, shrugged. ‘Fine.’ He seemed to be making an effort. ‘I have to ask you not to repeat to anyone what I tell you or even that we have spoken to you.MoreLess
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