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had found the woman, and if so, it wouldn't take much to persuade him to tell them. Vaughn's methods were far more refined than the two thugs' had obviously been. And a lot more effective.

      Rogan snapped his mobile phone back onto his belt and got to his feet. 'I have to go,' he told Carly Otten.

      'You've got a lead,' she accused.

      Rogan realised she was trying to force him off-balance so he would reveal the contents of the call. Before he could reply, she stood up and grabbed her shoulder bag. 'I'm coming with you.'

      'You're not.' Hell, he didn't need her finding out he wasn't Liam. Not yet. She might still be useful for extracting information.

      Smiling, she dangled her car keys. 'Then I'll follow you.' The smile dropped. 'Liam, you're not going to shake me this time. I need this interview. I need the money it will bring me. The newspapers and the mags will pay well for the story of the disappearance of an heiress, especially as she comes from one of Melbourne's most prominent families.' A fleeting desperation touched her eyes. 'If we work as a team we'll have a much better chance of finding Breeanna. And I have a lot of contacts you don't have.'

      The truth of her words hit Rogan. He had no access to any of Liam's connections, and his knowledge of Melbourne and its citizens wasn't extensive, certainly not like Carly's. Perhaps he could utilise her knowledge, but keep her in the dark as much as possible. With Liam's life possibly at stake, he wasn't about to throw away any contact that could prove helpful. Even one as annoying as Carly. 'All right. You can come with me on the condition that you do what I tell you. No arguing.'

      'Agreed. Now, what have you found out?'

      Rogan didn't answer as he walked out the door.

      Rogan thanked his lucky stars that he had a keen sense of direction. He'd visited Melbourne a few times over the years and had a fair idea how to get back to Keith Reynolds' office from Carly's bedsit.

      Half an hour later he realised that in battling the now peak-hour traffic, he'd overshot the Moorabbin street by two blocks. But then he figured that wasn't such a bad thing because he didn't want Carly to know his destination. At the moment he didn't know who he could trust, so the fewer people who knew what he was doing, the better.

      He parked the Rodeo, told Carly to get out, and locked the doors. Having her wait in his vehicle and poke around in his glovebox wouldn't be a wise move either. At a cafe further up the street he told her to wait there until he returned. By the time he walked into Keith's office he was sure she hadn't followed him.

      The receptionist had gone and Keith was standing at her desk, glancing through paperwork. As the front door swung closed, he walked over and locked it behind Rogan. 'Come into my office.'

      He motioned for Rogan to follow him behind his desk, then sat down and typed a password into his computer. A few keystrokes later, he gestured for Rogan to look at the screen. As Rogan read the statements listed there, he heard Keith cracking his knuckles in measured beats. After a few minutes he looked at Keith. 'Where did you get this?'

      'I didn't want to tell you on the phone, just in case someone could overhear,' Keith explained. 'My partner's away on holidays, but I phoned him this afternoon about a case I've been handling for him, and I mentioned what had happened to Liam. That's when he told me that Liam had come into the office about a week ago and asked if we could hold this CD for him. I was in court at the time, and my partner was flying out that afternoon, so he told Liam he'd put the CD in the safe in his office.'

      Rogan looked back at the screen. 'Should I give this to the police?'

      Keith didn't reply immediately, and Rogan guessed he'd placed him in an ethical dilemma.

      'It's up to you,' Keith finally said.

      'Well, it certainly appears as though Bruin isn't making any effort to find Liam, so I can't see any point in handing it over.' He was quiet for a minute, his worry for Liam churning up a notch. 'I'll have to follow it up myself.'

      Keith nodded. His eyes were sombre. 'I was hoping you'd say that.'

      'Just keep it in your safe for me, would you?' Rogan asked, and turned to leave. At the door he stopped. 'Do you know anything about a Carly Otten?'

      Eyebrows knitting together, Keith cracked another sonata of knuckles. 'There's something familiar about the name. Should I know her?'

      Quickly, Rogan related his run-in with Carly. Face clearing, Keith snapped his fingers.

      'Of course! Investigative journalist. One of the best in Melbourne several years ago, but ended up in rehab with a severe alcohol problem. Husband divorced her, won custody of the child. Haven't heard of her for years.'

      Pieces of Carly's puzzle now falling into place, Rogan said his thanks and left the office.

      As he walked back to the cafe where he'd left Carly, Rogan debated the pros and cons of ditching her and following the lead by himself. Where he was going, he didn't need her Melbourne knowledge, and he'd prefer to work alone.

      But he finally decided he'd let her think she was going to work with him, just to throw her off the track.

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