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Mark Thomas entered the small accommodation unit he shared with Liam Frayne, located amongst a small group of similar units behind the Tilmouth Well Roadhouse. He sat on the edge of his bed. And looked across at Frayne, sitting opposite on his own bed.
Frayne finished tying the laces on his boots, sat upright, and looked at Thomas. “How did it go?” he asked.
“Signal wasn’t strong,” Thomas answered, “but the message went through.”
“Both messages?”
“Yeah, the ransom note, and photo went through to Alice Springs and confirmation went through to Craig.”
“Good, now we wait,” Frayne said.
“Yeah, we wait. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. But I would prefer to wait here than travel back to Alice Springs.”
“You know the plan,” Thomas said. “If the cops manage to triangulate the p
