Mystery Road Page #4

Like a hunter's truck?

Hey, you know what?

The strange thing...

he always asks for the same room.

How's it goin'?

You that Abo copper?

The old man's not here.

He's out droving.

Oh, that's OK. Actually,

I wanted to talk to you.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I'm just wondering whether

you saw any vehicles...

pull up on the highway

last Friday night.

Can't say that I did.

What were you doing

last Friday night?

I was working.

Yeah?

Where do you work?

Roo shooter.

I run the meat freezer in town.

You got any witnesses

to prove your whereabouts?

How many do you want?

So you're a roo shooter, eh?

That's right.

Well, you'd be a pretty

crack shot, then, wouldn't ya?

What do you f***in' think?

What are you packing?

Rem 700.

Pull a head shot from 1,000 yards.

Woo.

That's a fair way.

Nice rig.

Mind if I take a look at it?

And why would you want to do that?

Well, I was thinking about

buying a hunting truck.

To go hunting with.

Mmm.

And what are you hunting for?

I don't know.

I'll find something.

Maybe wild dogs.

They seem to be running amuck

around here these days.

Mmm.

Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind...

if you had a warrant.

I was just curious.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Listen...

we usually shoot at fellas who

turn up here without an invite.

Especially ones of the dark breed.

Is that a fact?

Man's got a right

to protect his property.

Well, thanks for your time.

Pete.

No worries.

You have a good day, fellas.

Yeah?

G'day, Jay.

Hey, Jim. How's it going?

Not bad, mate. We just

got the results from the lab.

- I'm typing up a report now.

- OK, great.

Thought you might want to know,

the light brown fibres

found on the girl's fingernails

are of a synthetic material.

They've got the microstructure

consistent with the material

found in the production

of car seats.

Which kind of car?

Well, that is the question.

It'll take a few

weeks to get a match.

The fibres were so deep

under her nails...

that they drew blood, Jay.

This girl went through

a lot of pain.

Thought you should know that.

Oh, one other thing, mate.

We also found something

a little bit strange.

The dog left its

saliva on the girl...

and the lab identified

a special gene in its DNA.

They're having trouble

matching it with other dog DNA.

Like it was some kind of,

well, superdog.

Anyway, that's just a bit of trivia.

I'll send this report over ASAP.

Alright. No worries, Jim.

Thanks.

It was a Friday night.

Bobby was at home

watching the footy.

I remember it was his team

playing when he got a phone call.

Said he had to go

out and meet someone.

Did he say where?

Nah.

Just that he'd be gone an hour.

Two hours later I was

getting worried.

So I called the station, but they

said they didn't know anything.

And then the phone rang

at 3:
00 in the morning.

I just had this bad feeling.

Took me a few minutes

to pick up the phone.

Highway patrol...

found his car on the

side of the highway...

and his body lying

in a pool of blood.

Did your husband ever

talk to you about his work?

Never.

Said he didn't want to bring

it home to the family.

I couldn't find Bobby's case file

at the station. Any idea why?

A special team came up

from the city, but...

nothing really came of it.

I guess it all got

turned over to 'em.

Did they ever tell you

who called Bobby that night?

They wouldn't tell me anything.

But I know it was

another policeman.

How do you know that?

Well, I didn't hear

any names but...

Bobby always spoke a certain way...

when he was talking

to another cop.

Which way was that?

Like he trusted them.

Thanks, Peggy.

175 to 21.

You copy?

Copy, 175.

Can I get a name

for a registration number?

Golf-Uniform-Whisky-3-0-2.

Copy.

Golf-Uniform-Whisky-3-0-2.

Copy that.

Should be a silver Excel

registered to a Wayne Silverman.

You got a record summary?

How long you got?

Just give us the last few years.

OK, several counts of possession.

Supplying and selling narcotics.

Five counts of receiving

stolen goods.

One count of break and enter,

two counts of assault.

Two fail to appear for

one count of car theft.

Two counts of driving unlicensed,

and the list goes on.

OK. Thanks for that.

So you heard about Julie Mason?

So what do you know about her?

She ever get drugs from ya?

Wayne.

Sometimes she'd come

to me for a stick.

And...?

Always had no money but.

So?

I owed a few favours to some fellas so

I sent her out to give 'em a good time.

What about the missing girl,

Nelli Dargon?

You know her?

Missing?

Probably just f***in' OD'd

somewhere.

F***in' mad on money

and having a good time.

They'll use anyone

to get what they want...

and they deserve

everything they get.

So Why'd you run, Wayne?

Thought you were someone else.

Someone after you?

You in some trouble?

I might be able to help you.

Don't think so.

You've got a pretty

big record here.

You got two warrants right here.

So what would I find

if I searched your house?

I stole a car and stripped it.

I found a case

full of brown sugar in it.

On our way we stopped

at Chooka Chook for a feed.

Some prick stole it from my car.

What kind of car?

It was a Merc.

An old one.

And where'd you dump it?

Out near

the old mission garbage tip.

Who owned the gear?

Crystal's your girl.

What?

You own Crystal?

You own her?

Yeah.

Thought so.

How do you know her?

Small town.

How do you know her?

They all come looking for a hit

sooner or later.

Do anything to get it.

How do you f***in' know

my daughter, Wayne?

How do you sleep at night...

locking up your own people

all the time?

Pardon me, Jay boy.

Can I, uh... can I see you

for a sec?

What?

You realise

what you're doing in there?

Yeah.

I'm doing my job.

Well, brother, I have to tell ya...

you're f***in' with

my number one informer, eh?

How about that?

Should watch where you step,

Jay boy.

Those big boots of yours

will get you in trouble.

They'll get you in trouble.

Don't worry, I'll make sure

he gets home, mate.

I pulled a few strings

with the district commander.

There's a detective team coming

down from the homicide branch.

I think you'd better get

out of town for a few days.

Sarge, we both know

what's gonna happen.

No-one'll talk to them.

They'll do their paperwork,

they'll keep their mouths shut...

and they'll go back

to where they came from.

But maybe that's what you want.

Keep everything in its place.

There'll be more than a few

black girls to worry about...

if this town turns into a

f***in' war zone...

For some people

it already is a war zone.

What happened?

I just come home from Bingo.

Front door was busted in.

You know what they

were looking for?

Nah.

Where's Crystal?

I don't know where she is.

Probably off looking for something.

Where does she go?

Mary.

Where does she go?!

I don't know.

What if they come back, Jay?

Call the police.

Got nothin' to say to you, Jay.

I never saw anything.

Come on, Ted.

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