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   `Sure,' Anthrax replied as he shut the door.


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   Anthrax keep putting the police off. Every time they called hassling

   him for an interview, he said he was busy. But when they began ringing

   up his mum, he found himself in a quandary. They were threatening and

   yet reassuring to his mother all at the same time and spoke politely

   to her, even apologetically.


   `As bad as it sounds,' one of them said, `we're going to have to

   charge you with things Anthrax has done, hacking, phreaking, etc. if

   he doesn't cooperate with us. We know it sounds funny, but we're

   within our rights to do that. In fact that is what the law dictates

   because the phone is in your name.'


   He followed this with the well-worn `it's in your son's best interest

   to cooperate' line, delivered with cooing persuasion.


   Anthrax wondered why there was no mention of charging his father,

   whose name appeared on the house's main telephone number. That line

   also carried some illegal calls.


   His mother worried. She asked her son to cooperate with the police.

   Anthrax felt he had to protect his mother and finally agreed to a

   police interview after his uni exams. The only reason he did so was

   because of the police threat to charge his mother. He was sure that if

   they dragged his mother through court, her health would deteriorate

   and lead to an early death.


   Anthrax's father picked him up from uni on a fine November day and

   drove down to Melbourne. His mother had insisted that he attend the

   interview, since he knew all about the law and police. Anthrax didn't

   mind having him along: he figured a witness might prevent any use of

   police muscle.


   During the ride to the city, Anthrax talked about how he would handle

   the interview. The good news was that the AFP had said they wanted to

   interview him about his phreaking, not his hacking. He went to the

   interview understanding they would only be discussing his `recent

   stuff'--the phreaking. He had two possible approaches to the

   interview. He could come clean and admit everything, as his first

   lawyer had advised. Or he could pretend to cooperate and be evasive,

   which was what his instincts told him to do.


   His father jumped all over the second option. `You have to cooperate

   fully. They will know if you are lying. They are trained to pick out

   lies. Tell them everything and they will go easier on you.' Law and

   order all the way.


   `Who do they think they are anyway? The pigs.' Anthrax looked away,

   disgusted at the thought of police harassing people like his mother.


   `Don't call them pigs,' his father snapped. `They are police officers.

   If you are ever in trouble, they are the first people you are ever

   going to call.'


   `Oh yeah. What kind of trouble am I going to be in that the first

   people I call are the AFP?' Anthrax replied.