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Sam and Foley walked slowly around the Toyota four-wheel-drive parked in the public carpark and being watched over by two uniformed police officers from Yulara Police Station.
“It’s the same vehicle,” Sam stated.
“Are you sure?” Foley reached out and tried the driver’s side door handle. It was locked.
“Yes, I’m sure. Look at the registration plate. It is the same vehicle we saw at Curtain Springs.”
“Locked up tight,” Foley said, stepping back from the door. “You know how to get into a locked vehicle?”
“Do I look like a car thief?”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Foley responded with a quick smile. He glanced across at the two officers leaning against their vehicle, watching proceedings. “Either of you two chaps know how to get into a locked vehicle?”
“If there was a child, or a dog in
