maroochydore accommodation When on the third ring there is no answer, he slumps in his seat, takes a deep breath, eyes shut. Derek slams his door, “Off on a binge somewhere.” Night promises himself to slip her a twenty next time he sees her. “It happens.” Disgusted, hissing under his breath, Derek pulls out, grinding gravel, “Tweakers.”
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