“Do you remember that press conference we went to where Kelly Campbell preached about creating all those jobs in the building sector?” Sig asked Vi.
“The one where he claimed that the jobs were a significant thing for the city despite it only being a six month contract?”
Sig was laying in his hospital bed, just shy of twenty four hours out of his coma talking to Violet Marshall, his close, but not that close friend and ally. With his mother not coming in until after lunch Sig knew he had a window of a few hours with Vi alone to talk about what happened. He didn’t know that such talking was going to solve anything, or seek the justice he planned to seek but he did know that Vi was the only person he could talk too about it.
Kelly Campbell was an overweight and overbearing man with short, thinning brown hair, pasty white skin and a definitive New South Wales accent which sat somewhere between Australian English and arrogant American. He was rarely seen without his white business shirt that looked two sizes too small on his ample frame and a light blue tie done up in a windsor knot. He was Sig and Vi’s local member for Federal parliament and took on the role of Employment and Environment Minister in the sitting government. He was also a staunch hater of Sig, Vi and anyone who stood up and took him to task when his policies and government stopped working for the people.
“Yes that meeting.” Sig replied.
“What about it?”
“It appears he wasn’t very happy with me standing up in front of all those cameras and suggesting that if he cared less about creating short term jobs to make the unemployment figures to look good in the monthly polls, he could be more proactive in creating full time jobs that actually helped the unemployment figures, and the economy, in the long term.”
“You’re not saying Kelly Campbell pushed you off the roof of that building?” Vi’s voice was a mixture of excited, loud and surprised.
“Shh.” Sig said looking at the door. It was a reflex action because he knew the nurses could come in and do his obs at any time but it was one he couldn’t stop himself from doing. “Of course it wasn’t him. That lazy arse bastard would not do his own dirty work. He wouldn’t risk his highly paid fat arse career on getting caught doing something that might resemble murder.. He got his thugs to do it.”
“Who?” Vi asked. “The Devil Dogs?”
“Yes. They are pretty unmistakable in their leathers and the 1%er patches.”
There wasn’t many people in the Northern Melbourne who didn’t know the Devil Dogs, they were one of the most notorious outlaw motorcycle gangs in the state. If there something illegal to get involved in it was rumoured, and sometimes proven, that the Devil Dogs were involved. Sig himself had never had anything to do with the gang, much less appear on their radar as someone that needed to be dealt with, before he started to speak out against Kelly Campbell’s sub standard efforts as a federal politician. And it wasn’t until only a few days before his outspoken efforts at the jobs announcement that Sig actually learnt that a cousin of Kelly’s had connections to the gang. The connection was not something Sig had thought much about until four of them turned up in a nondescript black van as he walked along High St, jumped out, bailed him up, threw him in the van and knocked him out.
Sig gave Vi the complete run down of what he remembered about the day he was pushed off the roof. The only time he stopped talking between the start of the story and the end was when a nurse came in to take his obs, the rest of the time he told her what he could. There was a blank spot between being knocked out and coming to with a black material bag over his head and a cool breeze pushing past him. But from what he could tell between knowing roughly where he was when he was snatched and what time the police officer had told him the accident had happened he figured he’d spent less than thirty minutes in the van.
“I know you’ve been riding Kelly for a while now but that’s a hell of a drastic measure for a politician to take against someone who disagrees with him.”
“What other reason can you think of that four bikies from the same gang his cousin has dodgy connections with, a gang I have never crossed paths with in all the silly and strange things I’ve done, snatch me off the street and decide to push me off a building?” Sig wasn’t upset with the way the conversation was going because he knew Vi was not the sort of person to just believe anything because a friend had said it, she want proof, but he was talking forcefully using hand gestures and a wide range of facial expressions.
“Kelly’s a federal pollie, if he got caught in such a stupid act he’d not just loose his job his party would disown him. Surely he wouldn’t risk that highly paid cushy job of his.” Vi was still wrapping her mind around the available data.
“He’s risking sweet fuck all, no one knows the connection.” Sig’s voice did raise an octave or two with that statement and he knew it was the wrong way to handle the situation.
“And there is no proof that either him or the gang was behind it otherwise the cops would have said something when they interviewed you.” Vi didn’t react to Sig’s slight temper, she’d been with him long enough to understand when he was venting to cool down and when he was loosing his cool. Something else she knew was that he was frustrated not angry, and he was trying, but thought he was failing to convince her of his story.
“I’ve not doubt that cop will be back, probably with others. Remember that cop who escorted us from Kelly’s press conference. What was his name?”
Vi thought for a second. “Roadson. Mark, no Max, yes that’s it Max Roadson.”
“That’s him. I’ve no doubt he wont be far away if my connection to Kelly hasn’t already been discovered.”
“So what are we going to do?”