`No, I'm not familiar.' Which is just what Anthrax was thinking. Sexton moved on. `On the back of that document there is more type scans ...' `It's all just the same thing. Just take a note of what is there. In this case, box 544 belongs to this woman ...' `So, once again, you just release this type of information on the bridge?' `Not all of it. Most of it I would probably keep to myself and never look at it again. I was bored. Is it illegal to scan?' `I'm not saying it's illegal. I'm just trying to show that you were really into this. I'm building a picture and I am gradually getting to a point and I'm going to build a picture to show that for a while there ...' Sexton then interrupted himself and veered down a less confrontational course. `I'm not saying you are doing it now, but back then, when all these offences occurred, you were really into scanning telephone systems, be it voice mailboxes ... I'm not saying you found the 008s but you ... anything to bugger up Telecom. You were really getting into it and you were helping other people.' Anthrax took offence. `The motivation for me doing it wasn't to bugger up Telecom.' Sexton backpedalled. `Perhaps ... probably a poor choice of words.' He began pressing forward on the subject of hacking, something the police had not said they were going to be discussing. Anthrax felt a little unnerved, even rattled. Day asked if Anthrax wanted a break. `No,' he answered. `I just want to get it over and done with, if that's OK. I'm not going to lie. I'm not going to say "no comment". I'm going to admit to everything 'cause, based on what I have been told, it's in my best interest to do so.' The police paused. They didn't seem to like that last comment much. Day tried to clear things up. `Before we go any further, based on what you have been told, it is in your best interests to tell the truth. Was it any member of the AFP that told you this?' `Yes.' `Who?' Day threw the question out quickly. Anthrax couldn't remember their names. `The ones who came to my house. I think Andrew also said it to me,' he said, nodding in the direction of the red-headed constable. Why were the cops getting so uncomfortable all of a sudden? It was no secret that they had told both Anthrax and his mother repeatedly that it was in his best interest to agree to an interview. Day leaned forward, peered at Anthrax and asked, `What did you interpret that to mean?' `That if I don't tell the truth, if I say "no comment" and don't cooperate, that it is going to be ... it will mean that you will go after me with ...' Anthrax grasped for the right words, but he felt tongue-tied, `with ... more force, I guess.' Both officers stiffened visibly. Day came back again. `Do you feel that an unfair inducement has been placed on you as a result of that?' `In what sense?' The question was genuine.