"As
he took possession of the third pack, Telfer pointed out the patch of sand
where Brevis had been camping; the kid lurched suddenly towards it, arms flung
wide, and started digging, as if the drugs buried there were oxygen and he was
an astronaut who’d lived a month in space with a slow leak.
Telfer
dragged the last bag over.
‘Fuckin’
junkies,’ he spat, ‘I’m tellin’ you, that’s the worst thing about this job.’
They
jumped into the surf, one on either side of the raft, and set a course through
the waves, out to the sea beyond Devil Reef, to await their rendezvous with the
smugglers’ ‘plane..."
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