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In the compact public foyer area of the Papunya Police Station, Russell Foley stood before a large wall map displaying the vast area west of Alice Springs, north to Napperby Station and south to King’s Canyon. Just behind the front counter, the two local Papunya cops, Sparrow and Smart, sat behind individual desks butted together to form one large work space. Sparrow and Smart looked up from their work and Foley turned as Sam entered the front door.
“Any luck?” Foley asked Sam.
“Yep,” Sam tossed a plastic shopping back onto the counter. “I got the last six pairs of underwear they had in stock.”
“Boxers or Jocks?”
“Jocks. Who the f**k wears boxers?”
“I wear boxers,” Foley answered.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” Foley picked up the shopping back, opened it and looked inside. “Pink!” he
