Mystery Road Page #2

Normally in bed by 9:00.

I'm up at sparrow's.

Do you remember seeing anything

strange out here lately?

Well...

We got these wild dogs

running round everywhere.

Killed two of me

young calves last week.

Only other thing strange is...

these young hoodlums

come out from town,

tryin' to steal everything I own.

Yeah, I got signs and guard dogs

and bloody car alarms.

Don't stop their little black

hands gettin' on somethin'.

Are you a real copper or are you...

one of them black trackers

who turns on his own type?

No disrespect intended.

How much land you got here,

Mr Bailey?

Far as you can see.

That's a lot of dirt.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, your children will have a pretty

good future, then, won't they, eh?

You're a lucky man.

You know your way

back to town, don't you?

He had a smile on

him like a shot fox.

Johnno.

Jay boy.

Look, I'm gonna have

to get back to ya, Jack.

I will. Bit later.

Hooroo.

What?

What do you know about young girls

prostituting to truck drivers...

out on the highway?

Oh, come on, Jay.

It's only rumours.

Nothing's ever been

officially reported.

Yeah, well, I wanna put a sting

on the truck drivers.

We'll put a young girl

out on the highway...

and we'll get a pool of suspects.

Where am I gonna get

the men for that?

What makes you think you're

looking for a truckie?

Come on, Sarge, this sh*t

has to be cleaned up anyway.

One war at a time, Jay.

It's all we can afford.

I'll tell you what...

I'll put in a request for

a reward for information.

A reward?

Jesus, Sarge.

That's the best I can do.

Jay, got Jim on line one for you.

Approximate

time of death occurred sometime, oh...

last Friday night.

Cause of death is...

is definitely from the

laceration across the trachea,

probably from a, say,

20cm knife with a serrated edge.

Like a hunting knife?

Yeah.

But not a cheap one.

High quality, very sharp.

And the bite marks are definitely

from a dog, a bloody big one.

You got any fibres?

Hang on a sec. Yeah, yeah.

Um, a fight brown fibre...

was found in one

of the girl's fingernails.

It's been sent away for analysis.

What does it look like?

Oh, I really couldn't say, mate.

Well, what about the blood tests?

Uh, nothing, really.

Pretty much came up

with a blank except for...

minute alcohol traces.

Alright, thanks, Jim.

No Worries, mate.

G'day, Jay.

Long time, no see.

Hey, Mick. How you going?

Oh, can't complain.

How's your old man's Winchester

holding up?

Still shootin' straight.

Yeah, don't make 'em

like that anymore.

Well, what can I do you for?

What have you got

in the way of hunting knives?

Let's see. Uh...

This is the range I got here,

but I could, uh...

get somethin' in special

on order if you want.

Give us a look at that

big Blackhawk you got there.

She's a beauty.

You sold many of these lately?

Yeah, quite a few.

Pig hunters and roo

shooters just love 'em.

Do you remember

who you might've sold them to?

Ooh. Gee whiz.

Memory's not what it

used to be and...

only take cash for those,

so I got no records.

OK. Thanks, Mick.

This wouldn't have

anything to do with that...

girl they found on the highway?

I really can't say, Mick.

Thought as much.

But I'll take a box of your

best .308s... hollow points.

Yeah, no problems, Jay.

How you going, my little brothers?

Good. You a copper, brah?

Yeah.

We hate coppers, brah.

We kill coppers, brah.

Who you lookin' for?

Ashley. You seen her?

They gone.

Gone where?

Different town.

Yeah? How'd they go?

Train.

OK. Thanks, little brother.

I found a phone like that.

Yeah? Where'd you find it?

Just there.

Just there, on the road?

Yeah.

Is that a real gun?

What do you think?

Can I look at it?

Well, you tell me what you did

with that phone first...

and I'll give you

a look at my gun.

Show me your gun first.

Let me hold it.

You're not allowed to look at it!

Thanks, little brother.

Heard you was back.

How ya been, Mary?

Not bad.

What you up to?

Oh, not much.

Just workin'.

Ah, still workin' hard.

Yeah, uh... heard you

were a big detective now.

Yeah.

Guess so.

So you must be on good money, eh?

You look good.

Yeah?

Except for...

You know what I'm like.

I'm not gonna back away

from a fight, am I?

Is Crystal home?

You here about Julie?

You know about her?

So, what?

You're just here for work?

Not here to see your daughter?

Crystal!

Your father wants ya.

What you been doin'?

Oh, nothin'.

Just Facebookin' and watchin' TV.

What happened to you?

Just fightin'.

How you goin' with your mother?

Still drinkin'?

All the time.

You know Julie Mason's dead.

Are you good friends with Tarni?

Sort of.

What did Julie call you about?

Nothin' much.

Was she in trouble?

She never said anything about it.

Did you know

she was goin' with truckies?

Out on the highway?

Crystal, maybe you should

come live with me for a while.

What for?

Get out of here for a few

months. It'll do you good.

Or what about I get a job for ya?

I don't know.

Like in a dress shop or something.

What am I gonna do

in a dress shop?

Jay boy.

Hey, Johnno.

What you doing out here

in the middle of the night?

Oh, you know, working late.

You work too hard,

Jay boy, too hard.

You should learn to

relax a bit, eh?

Maybe you should ask Sarge.

Ask Sarge for a bit of down time.

Yeah, I wish.

Yeah, don't we all.

Don't we all.

What about you guys?

What are you doing?

I don't know. Just doing

a bit of intelligence.

Intelligence work.

Intelligence work, eh?

Yeah. Intelligence work.

We've been working out here

a long time now, a long time.

Gone a long, long way

to get where we are.

Is that right?

Yeah.

And we'd really hate

for someone to come along

and f*** up all the hard work.

Hey, can I, um...

can I ask you something,

if you don't mind, eh?

You know, from one cop to another.

You ever... ever kill anyone?

Come on, Johnno.

No, I mean by accident.

Sounds like you're the one

who needs a break.

No, seriously, Jay boy.

Would you... would you tell

anyone? You know, if you did?

I mean, if you could... you know,

if you could get away with it,

would you tell anyone?

Is there something

you wanna tell me, Johnno?

Nah, I'm just f***in' with ya,

Jay boy! I'm just f***in' with ya!

Yeah, well,

I better get home to sleep.

Yeah, good idea, Jay.

Good idea.

Mate, maybe we could

go out for a feed sometime.

Have a bit of a yarn.

Hmm? Bit of a yarn.

Yeah, maybe.

No worries.

Goodnight, Jay boy.

Jay.

Hey, Sarge.

How are the grandkids?

Spoilt.

Nice horse.

2- year-old.

Worth a penny.

Or two.

You know your horses.

I'd expect that from a bloke...

whose father was head stockman

round these parts.

My first memory's

on the back of his horse.

Out at Slaughter Hill Station.

That's before everyone left

the mission and moved into town.

The simple life, hey, Jay?

Whatever happened to it?

Warming up.

Yeah, she's gonna be

a hot one, alright?

I could do with a bit of amber.

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