Samir told me later what happened the next morning. “Tom and Sergeant Ross took us down to the station…” (actually it was up to the station as the station was in the Upper Heights more or less). “They talked to your Samir as a "person of interest" and let the other three go.” He rubbed his sore leg.
up“I think that was a mistake,” I said.
“Yeah. I need to see a lawyer in Campbell River. Want to talk about false arrest and harassment. Maybe racism.” Oh, oh. I knew it.
Never lock horns with a mad Sudanese, they know how to fight back.
Apparently the four renegades had spent the evening before in the shack, smoking ground-up peyote powder and drinking distilled alcohol. Someone had upset one of the kerosene lamps and set fire to a curtain. They"d been too stoned to realize their building
