[Oops! I made a bit of a blue last time when sharing a chapter of The Culvert. A repeat of a previous chapter under the guise of a different chapter heading. How did that happen? It’s a mystery…No, actually, I confess, the chapter repeated itself in the manuscript. All fixed, so here’s the real, fair dinkum “Fallout” Chapter.]
Fallout
Norwood
Saturday, May 1, 2022
5 to 10:00pm
El
El gleaned from the afternoon that currently had turned into dinner and an excursion to an exclusive club restaurant in Kingswood, seated by an open fireplace, red wine in hand, that Lillie had loved her father. To her he was a kind man but had trouble holding down a job. She reckoned he deserted the family because he was ashamed that he couldn’t provide for them.
‘Just before he disappeared,’ Lillie said, showing an antique gold watch, ‘he received this watch and he said, “I’ve lost my job, and this watch is all I have to show for it.”’
‘Can I have a look?’ El asked.
Lillie took the watch from her wrist and handed it to El who studied it, turning it over in her hand. She recalled the watch Zoe was holding the other day after the discovery at Mt. Lofty.
An inscription on the back of the watch read: In appreciation. P.E.
For what? El wondered and said, ‘Interesting. Nice watch. Would be worth a few bob, I’d imagine.’
Lillie shrugged. ‘Yeah, it’s gold.’
‘Golden handshake, I guess,’ El remarked. Then without thinking glanced at Jimmy and asked, ‘Who’s P.E.?’ Lillie had consumed a few glasses of some red wine by then. Lillie’s choice. Madam being a connoisseur of red wine. She particularly recommended drops from the Clare Valley.
Jimmy squirmed in his seat, and mumbled, ‘My dad. His boss.’
‘Golden handshake?’ El said.
‘Hard times, had to lay off people,’ Lillie jumped in and with an edge to her voice. ‘Nothing personal, he reckoned. It broke him, though.’ She then gulped down her glass of red and poured another.
‘Is that why he left?’ El said.
‘You betchya!’ Lillie said followed by another skull of wine. She started to pour more Clare red into her glass.
Jimmy placed hand over the glass. ‘I think that’s enough, dear.’
‘Oh,’ Lillie glared at her husband, ‘I’ve only started, dear.’ She nudged his hand out of the way and completed the task of filling her glass. Then she offered the remainder of the bottle to El. ‘Want one?’
‘Why not?’ El replied. She shouldn’t, she knew she shouldn’t, but with this woman of status and force, resistance seemed pointless.
She watched Lillie fill her glass. I’ll just sip, she thought.
Lillie, now slurring her words and swaying, launched into a diatribe; wrongs done to her and her hard life. Her mother, once Dad had gone, worked two jobs to send her to college. But poor Lillie suffered bullying from the rich kids. Did she mention her nemesis? Dee. Dee Berry. Oh, how she hated that Queen of bitches.
Jimmy nodded. ‘Oh, yes, Dee. Oh, my goodness!’ He turned to Lillie and gestured. ‘Tell her about the time she beat you up in the woodwork room.’
El covered her mouth as she tried her best to hide the smirk forming on her mouth. ‘Dee Berry? You went to school with Dee?’
‘Yeah, piece of work she was. Had it in for me from the moment we met eyes back in Year 8. We both liked the same guy—Danny. Danny Hooper.’
A snort escaped from El. Dan? That’s one for the books.
‘Did you know her?’ Jimmy asked.
El in a moment of awareness, cleared her throat. Don’t mention her association with the police force. ‘Ah, small world. Adelaide, you know.’
Jimmy narrowed his eyes at El. ‘What sort of work did you say you did?’
Ah, trick question. ‘Public service in human resources and management,’ El was quick to reply. She’d added the “resources” to give some distance to the management (aka policing part). Now to distract him. She took a sip of wine, then said, ‘Speaking of your father, what ever happened to him?’
Jimmy blanched and turned away. ‘I’d rather not talk about it.’
El bit her lip. ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ From what she had gleaned from Dan’s notes, Percy Edwards was himself a piece of work. ‘I understand.’ She decided not to mention the body in the freezer, even though she knew Percy was most likely the body they’d discovered under the culvert bridge on route up Mt. Lofty. She figured by this time, Dan or Dee had informed Jimmy of the discovery.
Meanwhile, Lillie was on a roll with the alcohol. She poured another drink, lost count of how many, and drawled, ‘Oh, my, Dee hasn’t changed. She’s plaguing me again. What is it with that woman?’
‘Yeah, no stopping that woman.’ Jimmy bobbed his head up and down. ‘She’s a copper now.’
‘Suits her, but why does she have to drag up the past and bother me?’
‘Why?’ El asked. ‘What’s she done?’
‘Aw, my brother hit a kangaroo way back in 1981, and now they think he’s killed somebody,’ Lillie said. ‘Hell, who do they think they are? Sven wouldn’t hurt a fly.’
Jimmy patted his wife on the hand. ‘They’re just doing their job, Honey.’
‘Yeah but takes Dee to start bugging me again.’ A cloud fell over Lillie’s expression. ‘I tell you, if that Constable Berry calls me again, I’m going to sue for harassment.’
From there the conversation meandered from current trends in politics, bitcoin (and the Edwards’ massive profits) to conspiracy theories and Lillie’s passion for pro-life. No mention of her early travels to Tasmania and adopting out her baby there.
She smiled and considered the extended time with the couple, a most productive time. She checked her watch. My goodness! 10pm!
Lillie slapped her on the back. A friendly pat that with her level of inebriation had been a slap rather than a pat. ‘I really l-l-like you, El. I feel l-l-like I’ve known you forever.’
‘Yeah, likewise,’ El replied. She realised that, although she’d warned Francis she’d be out on reconnaissance with team Edwards this night, he’d be starting to get worried. She also realised she, herself had too much to drink to drive home.
El glanced at her phone to phone for a taxi.
‘Hey, El, dear, come tomorrow and we’ll get some serious painting done.’
El nodded. ‘Sounds like a plan, but um, I need to…’
Her phone pinged. A message from Francis. Where are you?
At the “Fireside” in Kingswood. Pick me up? Over the limit. El returned.
Francis: Ok, be there soon.
El assumed that Francis would text her from the car when he arrived, and she would make her escape. She would learn never to make assumptions.
Twenty minutes later, with Lillie praising the glory of not-so-local celebrity politician, Ivan T Rumf, a slim blonde in a grey jogging suit, stepped through entrance door to the lounge.
Jimmy jumped up. ‘Zoe! Fancy meeting you here.’
Lillie continued extolling the wonders of Ivan T Rumf’s financial wizardry. Barely noticed Zoe’s presence, until…
Zoe refused the offer to join them for a glass of the good stuff and being converted to the cult of Ivan T Rumf. El assessed from Zoe’s sour expression as she waited, that she was not a fan of the money mogul.
That sour expression and lack of enthusiasm for Lillie’s current pet topic, got Lillie’s attention. She looked Zoe up and down. And narrowed her eyes. She rose with hands on hips and snapped, ‘Who do you think you are, Madam?’
Zoe stepped back and holding up her hand, tried to diffuse the situation. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve just come to collect my friend.’
‘Come now, Honey, it’s okay to have a different opinion.’ Jimmy tapped Lillie’s knee. Then to El and Zoe, ‘It’s the alcohol talking; she won’t remember a thing in the morning.’
Zoe and El glanced at each other. El rose, shrugged on her coat, lifted her handbag, and prepared to leave.
‘Hey, El, my friend, what do you think?’ Lillie tugged El’s coat sleeve.
Jimmy leaned back and smiled. ‘Hey, you know, just looking at you two. I mean, Zoe my Tassie friend, and Lillie, and I could swear you two are sisters.’
To say Lillie made a scene would be a gross understatement. Foot stamping. Fury flying. Abuse hurling. Colourful language not befitting of a prestigious college principal.
After making a hasty retreat out the establishment and into Renard’s car, El said breathlessly, ‘Sorry about that.’
‘What happened?’ Francis Renard asked.
‘She-she exploded,’ Zoe said. ‘What was all that about?’
‘Well, I’m glad I didn’t go in,’ Renard said. ‘How embarrassing for you.’
El sighed. ‘I think we have our answer, amongst other things.’
‘What do you mean?’ Zoe said.
‘If there’s any doubt, her over-reaction said it all,’ El replied.
Zoe scratched her forehead. ‘I don’t get it. You’re speaking in riddles.’
Renard huffed. ‘What the detective is trying to say, is that that crazy woman was your mother. Geez, I never knew she had a crazy side.’
El chuckled, ‘Ah, repression, does that to a person. Comes out sideways.’
‘Her?’ Zoe glanced behind her through the rear car window. ‘That woman who made a scene? Glad she gave me up…I can see the headlines now, “Judge’s birth mother is a nutcase.”’\
El raised her eyebrows. ‘Judge? You want to be a judge?’
‘Why, yeah. It’s all in my five-year plan; I was just taking leave after my mother died.’
On the drive back to Brighton, Francis Renard sat in the driver’s seat, tall, his chest puffed out. A grin split his face, and he said, ‘My daughter, a judge. My daughter a judge.’
And El contemplated. Perhaps I could return to work as a detective. Despite the fallout, she had enjoyed her foray into covert investigation. For her, Lillie’s outburst had been the highlight.
However, she was a tad concerned how she’d manage retrieving her car from the Norwood address the next day.
© Tessa Trudinger 2025
*Feature Photo: The gold antique watch © L.M. Kling 2024
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