Chapter 36
Carvey arrived in Caroline Street at about three o’clock. He had been told Millicent was home in the afternoon generally. He parked the rental car nearby and made his way up the street and down the laneway leading to the entrance of the building. He looked up at the row of tall pines lining the lane and facing the apartments’ terraces. Well hidden from any peeping Toms, he thought, but climbing these trees would give any burglars easy access to the flats.
He rang the doorbell marked “Harsinai” and waited. When he heard an aging woman call down to him, he looked up at the third floor balcony.
“And who might you be?” Mrs. Harsinai yelled to Carvey.
“I am Officer Sylvester Carvey, ma’am, from the New South Wales Police Headquarters.”
“And what would a New South Wales Police O
