His mind drifted back to his conversation with his boss, Mike, over the sat phone last night. Mike had confirmed he’d heard about the search warrant exactly five minutes before the cops arrived at the camp. He wasn’t happy, and Finn could imagine the earful Detective Sampson would’ve received once he made it back to his office that morning. Finn reported everything he knew about what they’d found during the raid.
Mike had at least given him one scrap of good news. After going over Wombat’s impounded truck with a fine-toothed comb, the police in Cairns had found two likely spots where drugs could be hidden beneath the chassis of the truck. A fake spare tailpipe had been welded on at the rear. And a rusty old lockbox had been inserted into a void next to a rear tire. This was good, as it pr
