Mystery Road Page #5

You see everything in this street.

I just want to know one thing.

Was it an old Statesman?

Just say yes or no.

How 'bout that feed?

Thanks, Ange.

You're not hungry?

Look, Johnno, I don't have

a lot of time right now.

I know how you feel, Jay boy.

Not enough seconds in the day.

No time for friends, family.

See, we've got

the same problem, mate...

this f***in' job.

And I don't know about you,

but I'm a real sad case.

Live on my lonesome.

No woman, no kids.

Just the ugliest bull mastiff

mongrels you've ever seen.

What do you carry?

68 Winchester 308.

Well, that's a classic

right there, right there.

Not easy to come by.

Belonged to my old man

before he passed away.

Do you think you can

really use that thing?

Take a man's life.

You think you can really

make a difference to this place?

Kittens in Washing machines,

babies in ovens...

you know, all that fun stuff.

It was just a matter of time before

it got out of control, you know.

Out of control, just like those

f***in' grassfires they always light.

So what do you know about

the Bobby Rogers murder?

F***.

What were you doing

out there today?

Just sightseeing.

Did you see anything interesting?

Maybe.

Look, what do you want, Johnno?

I just need to find out what's

missing and I need to do it pronto.

That's all.

That, um...

that daughter of yours...

she's a beautiful girl.

You're a lucky man, Jay boy.

You're a lucky man.

But you should learn

to look after her.

Yeah.

Jay boy.

I've got it.

What have you got?

What's missing.

Hey, good boy, Jay.

Good boy, hey? Good boy.

There's a place... called

Slaughter Hill.

It's off Mystery Road.

F***!

Ugh!

F***!

Ugh!

F***!

Ugh!

Argh!

Agh!

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