Chapter Four
‘I was worried. You haven’t checked in for a couple of days, detective. You do remember you’re part of a group, don’t you?’ It was his controller, Gary Lee. His tenuous link between the world he’d that had become his reality and the rest of the police task force.
‘Sniffing out a lead. Nothing to report. And don’t worry. I can take care of myself.’ Adam had ignored Gary’s calls for two days, but felt it was time to report now he had a moment of rare solitude. His target had just entered the Mansfield Pub and he was about to make contact. It had taken time to infiltrate this g**g, earning their trust from the bottom-feeders up, and months of covert operations work in Melbourne. He needed time now that he had worked his way to the top of the g**g without distraction.
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