Mike Dixon

CHAPTER 47
Harald
oelene led the way to the birdhouse. She hoped to
N find something to eat but the only food was intended
for birds. Most had gone. Daryl and Kim had taken them
when they made their escape. She went from cage to cage
releasing the few that remained.
„A right pair of stupid, useless bastards,‟ she muttered as
she threw a pair of juvenile cockatoos outside. „They have
scruples about dealing in drugs but that doesn‟t stop them
from dealing in birds.‟
„Drugs!‟ Janet cut in.
„Yes. That‟s what this place is about. It‟s not about crocs
and it‟s not about bloody birds.‟ Noelene hurled a handful of
seed towards a baby parrot. „They use this place because it‟s
remote. You can sneak planes in and out without being seen.
They bring in drugs, package them, then ship them down
south.‟
„How do you and Daryl fit in?‟
„We don‟t. We‟re the pair of dills who look after the joint.
We‟re meant to be too stupid to know what‟s going on.‟
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