Last Breath by Greg Tuck

Author:Greg Tuck
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, murder, death, police, outback, australia, manhunt, queensland, opals, coober pedy
Publisher: Greg Tuck

Chapter 22

Sarah’s suggestion had really knocked Sarge. It wasn’t the dinner one, though he was flattered and interested but ultimately too set in his ways to really follow up on actually seeing her again. It was the one about siblings. He had been busy joining the dots to build a picture and someone had put another dot on the page that might create a whole different image. Talk about throwing the cat amongst the pigeons, Sarah had let loose a lion. The DNA semi-match had been a major sticking point but with Sarah’s explanation that could be explained now. The only issue was that, according to Willow, the two old miners had no family at all. Willow had been thorough in his search because it was a missing person’s case. If Sarge dismissed the DNA mismatch then a logical path could be followed. If One of the miners had a sibling then a totally different trail lay ahead.

Later that night, on the walls of his lounge-room two huge sheets of paper were stapled. - one for siblings and DNA, one for no siblings and dismissal of DNA. Sarge then scrawled the facts he knew and stuck them on one or the other and sometimes both sheets. Needless to say he had found a more practical use for sticky-notes. Could the DNA results be readily dismissed as an anomaly? Could the results of Willow’s search for family have fallen short? Either was possible. He contemplated ringing Sarah and looked at the time and thought she might get the wrong impression or not appreciate a call at 2:30 in the morning. Was Tom even linked at all to the two missing men? If he was, then in what way? He scanned the empty beer bottles on the table and realised that tomorrow would be a bit of a struggle to get through and decided that some sleep would be better than none.

Bounding out of bed at first light and going for a run before breakfast was what he normally would do, but this morning the first sunlight stirred him into a different course of action. He pulled the pillow over his head and wriggled down deep under the blankets. The morning chorus of parrots and lorikeets normally signalled a good day ahead. Sarge ignored them as long as he could and in the end got up with a thumping headache knowing full well that those birds would be lucky to still be alive if he had owned a shotgun……….. with a silencer of course. It was not going to be a good day ahead. He showered, changed, breakfasted and drove into Cairns. If anyone could have seen behind his dark glasses, they would have noticed his eyes were narrow slits and there were long bags underneath them.

The first two people he met as he gently eased the door open were his Port Douglas delivery boys. One was about to say something but was elbowed by his mate and they hastily moved out of Sarge’s way.

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