Mike Dixon

She let out an ironic laugh.
„Jesus! Not even my bloody husband‟s that bloody stupid.‟
She threw more seed to the birds.
„Daryl and Kim knew they were handling millions of dollars
in drugs. And, what did those stupid fuckwits do?‟
Humphrey wished he had a recorder. He reached in his
pocket and removed a notepad – but it was soaking wet and
useless.
Noelene pulled at her hair.
„It‟s all so bloody ridiculous. They were surrounded by
money but they decided to make their fortune out of poor lit-
tle cockies.‟
„You mean the illegal trade in native birds?‟ Humphrey
asked.
„Yes. If they‟d had any sense, they‟d have taken the gold.
It was lying around but the silly bastards left it and took the
birds.‟
„They what?‟ Janet jumped to her feet. „Say that again.‟
„They unloaded a whole heap of gold from the plane,‟ Da-
vid said.
„You mean the plane was loaded with gold?‟
„Gold and guns.‟
„Jesus!‟ Janet threw out her arms. „You‟re telling me a
plane full of gold and guns has just arrived?‟
David nodded.
„So what‟s going on?‟
„They‟re panicking,‟ Noelene said. „Something‟s happened
and they‟re getting ready to run.‟
Humphrey tried to speak but Janet cut him short.
„What makes you think that?‟
„We got a whole lot of messages from down south. First,
they wanted us to do one thing then another. It was like deal-
ing with a mob of old biddies – wetting their knickers.‟
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