Chapter Seven
Interviewer: So how did you even come to Melbourne in the first place, Caleb?
Caleb: I got a tip that a man was looking to get his g*n into Australia, and needed a backchannel. The g*n had an ivory-plated handle.
Interviewer: It was the same poacher you marched through the jungle in Thailand, turned in to the park guards?
Caleb: Yes.
Interviewer: He didn’t go to jail?
Caleb: These organizations have connections everywhere.
Interviewer: So, you had a time and a place for the illegal ivory sale happening. Friday night, eight in the evening, in Brighton?
Caleb: Yes.
Interviewer: And what was the next step? A vigilante sting operation?
Caleb: Yes.
Interviewer: I see. So, after you both had dinner together – the whole eel thing – you two didn’t meet up again until Frida
