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5/6/2023 9:03 pm

He was surprised to see me.

I found him by a rock that he had been hammering on as he'd heard the helicopter and didn't want to waste his voice so took to hammering on a rock.
We dropped him off to a police search rescue post and went on our way.
I thought we could investigate a murder case while we were there and shed some light on what really happened.
It involved a girl and the cops kinda made it look like an attempted r*pe abduction.
Sure she was good looking but it all seemed too simple, and they may have crossed some drug suppliers.
He was known as a shady type who'd pull a swindle if he could.
She was open for a flirt and had cheated on him.
They were ready to bust up perhaps and a theory went around that her friends were involved somehow.
We visited the spot and I meditated and was filled with confronting and disturbing mind images.
Her story was at odds with the information I saw and there were many involved.
They were young and prone to fight too.
The leader named Gus was someone you didn't want to mess with and he would smoke cigars while he thought things out.
He was good at hiding evidence too as he'd spent his youth hiding the evidence of his crimes.
He'd tossed the fuel around then calmly light it with his cigar then continue to smoke it as the car went up in flames.
He'd had a brutal upbringing too and took beating from her mother's seedy friends, but he got in one or two blows himself and soon learned the dirty ways of the street to defend yourself.
The whole crime was hurried and was done with the haste of people who knew what was to follow.
The road blocks and searches, and scouring the map for little used tracks.
They were used to that part of the territory too and knew where water was.
They'd camp in those places and would have left old camp fires there too.
To them it was the wild west and they liked wearing the old colts and practice their quick draws.
Not the type you'd want to be on the wrong side of.
Would there be any reward for finding anything though?, they wouldn't be too pleased about anyone pointing any fingers their way.
It could have been possible that I['d already met them as I'd hitchhiked through here a number of times before and rode on the back of pickups and accepting the smoke being offered to me by the arm being poked through the side window.
It was just the way of life that everyone seemed to be<b> smoking </font></b>the shit.
My fried at the time hooked up with some friends and we visited their place in Fanny bay. It was near the foreshore and watch out for crocs signs could be seen on the beach.
A Swedish backpacker was there on the couch and she passed me her joint.
A sharing the love type and maybe not against multiple partners.
Maybe all the clues I needed were already in my head without even needing my soul sister's connections.
It suddenly occurred to me that crocs would be an ideal way to get rid of someone.
When I looked at the map there was time to 'feed' the crocs.
I could feel an impulse that, that is what happened and that the walls of hell that dogged my mind rewarded me with a well done for being on the right track.
I remembered the drink spikers too, I'd spotted them working a girls drink and followed her out to warn her.
They were waiting for her and luckily a cab was out the front and waiting for business.
She was off her mind but thankfully the cabbie decided to help as it was a girl and he guessed the problem.
I gave him money to take her to the police and I disappeared through the alleys that I knew so well.
I finished up at the Vic and met the local crowd, some I knew too, and shared a smoke with.
I'd been invited to go out in the bush with them and that sounded fine with me.
I was just up for any adventure really.