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Adalhard Jaeger was heading south, towards the South Australian border. He needed to leave the Northern Territory. He did not know where the track he was on would terminate, but it had to cross the border at some point, he assumed. At least, as long as he continued on his current heading, he hoped it would cross the border. The going was slow, much slower than he would have preferred, but the track was rough and, in places, indistinct. As he bumped and rocked across the uneven ground, his thoughts turned to the woman he’d left lying behind in the dirt.
Killing the woman had never part of his plan, not at first. She should never have hit him; it changed everything. Gently, he felt his tender and obviously broken nose, feeling the crusty dried blood beneath his fingers. He had never bee
