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Sergeant Terry Potts was alone in a police four-wheel-drive. He pulled up in front of the Wauchope Hotel, retrieved a file from the passenger seat, and got out of the vehicle. Russell Foley and Sam Rose, watched him from the hotel verandah as he approached. Potts had a steely, determined look on his face; a look both Sam, and Foley, had seen many times, and recognised as not the look of a man bearing good news.
Potts halted in front of Sam and Foley. “Good morning again,” he greeted.
“Your being here indicates to me this is not a social visit,” Foley observed. “We weren’t expecting you. We were just about to head back out to the well.”
“Sorry,” Potts apologised. “I could have called, but this is too important,” he waved the file.
“What have you got?” Sam asked.
“A seventh missing p
