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Lundyn Parker's greatest adventures - by JonD

 
Lundyn Parker and his best mate Roscoe Tanner are a couple of Aussie knock about types. During their incredible adventures they will, fight, root, eat and save society and the even the world from horrors unimiaginable. Loveable rogues but as tough as the land that bred them.

Lundyn Parker's greatest adventures - December 2006

Lundyn Parker adventure 2 #4

December 31st 2006 06:44
Te-Ahuni was being well pressed under shortened sails. She was not terribly strained by the wind which had doubled in strength over the last twenty four hours so much, but passing her half way point home she was over the top of a “peak” or “mount” that was over one hundred and thirty meters deep but still shallow enough to create fairly turbulent seas. The tips of her solid spruce masts were rolling through three hundred and sixty-degree arcs. Her hull was heavily built, like the proverbial brick dunny, with red cedar and iron bark on steamed oak frames. She could handle just about anything.

Just about anything…Inside a turnbuckle holding the back stay a slow but determined seepage of water had over years created a weak point. Not noticeable as it was inside the turnbuckle itself. The deterioration had worked its way upward and was now almost level with the edge of the fitting.

Sailors believe that at sea each one-thousandth wave is rouge. The trouble is when should you start counting and how can you keep score? Te-Ahuni rose to the wave. She was double reefed in her main and foresail and was carrying two small high cut headsails. Not a lot of sail for the conditions. In fact just right, not moving her too fast and not allowing her to drag through the water. The rogue wave was not overly big but much bigger than the confused sea she was sailing through. She slowed dramatically as she neared the crest of the wave. Full laden at close to thirty five ton she squatted low in the water at the top of the wave then as it passed under her stern she started to race down the other side. Gathering speed with the near gale force wind, at first roaring in her rigging, everything seemed to go quiet as she neared the bottom of the wave, out of the wind. Her hull hissed now, as the wind in the rigging became temporarily calm. She fairly sizzled as she coasted down and then bought up to an almost jarring stop as she reached the next wave to climb up. In the quiet the snapping of the rigging sounded like a small cannon going off. With her back stay gone and the masts whipping through incredible arcs the pressure was to much for the side stays and they in turn snapped, then sent the mainmast off her step on the cabin, over the side in one piece. The fore mast cracked half way up and toppled over the side. With the rigging and timber masts dragging along her sides Te-Ahuni came to a stop, a hulk dragging in the mighty seas.

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Lundyn Parker book 2 #3/4

December 30th 2006 06:35
Capt. rawlings cruiser
Capt Rawlings Cruiser

Captain Des Rawlings was on the deck of his private motor launch before sunrise checking for bird droppings that may have despoiled his deck and coach house roof during the night. He was dressed in a woollen sweater with baggy jeans tucked into white sea boots. Crossing the fore deck he switched on his saltwater deck pump and started to hose down his mini ship. There was heavy dew settled on his vessel and he detested the gathered fresh water on his decks. Hosing this off as well as some bird droppings he then coiled away his hose and made for the galley and hot coffee. At 0445 hours the Bureau had put out its latest weather maps. He was keen to look at them and with his brew in his hand he sat at his computer console. The weather map showed that the low-pressure system was still making its way down the Queensland coast and at this stage still many miles out to sea and not affecting the coast too much. The four-day forecast map however suggested that the system would deteriorate and become a hazard. The New South Wales coast was being set up for typical “black nor east blow”

Captain Rawlings typed a brief note on his computer then highlighted it, pressed edit, copy and then went to his e-mail site and on a new e-mail he hit the paste button. He sent his e-mail to all the operators that were on call for A.N.S.W.E.R.S, (Australian National Salt Water Emergency Response Squadron) As commodore of this squadron it was his responsibility to see that it ran smoothly. ANSWERS had taken on a role left vacant by the now defunct coast guard and coastal patrol services. It was the only real (and brand new) volunteer marine rescue service operating on the coast. Operated by fellow seaman such as himself who had retired from active duty. They were a well-trained and efficient force. They trained personnel from outside their sphere as well and these people often became their crew. They worked solely from their own private vessels and were on call for any emergency that may happen on the water anywhere.

Their vessels ranged from converted fifty-meter ocean going tugs to five-meter half cabin runabouts. Each vessel was under the control of a skipper that was at minimum trained as an efficient coxswain through to ex passenger liner captains. They stayed in touch daily through e-mail, radio and CDMA mobile phones. Their rescues were becoming world famous news in their simple and heroic style. They were not government or publicly funded but each serious rescue received a reward from the vessel or owner’s insurance company. Today, Des thought was looking like the start of a serious amount of bad weather and consequently problems on the water.

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Lundyn Parker bok 2 3/4

December 28th 2006 19:32
Striped marlin
Striped Marlin hooked

Laura Ann dipped her bow in and out of the southeasterly swell in a most lady like manner. Being a largish 15 meter fishing boat she was handling the 3 meter waves quite easily, though the wind waves built up from the opposing north east would crash on her quarter and fling occasional spray over the decks. Rod Dunning owner skipper had her on autopilot integrated with her global positioning system to steam at three knots to her next position. As she was making way he and his son Randy were feeding out baited hooks on a long nylon line. Snapper was the fish they were after and after having already spent one night at sea they were planning for another three or four. No matter if they filled their fish holds or not they had to get their catch back in time for the Friday markets.

Large florescent lights lit the aft deck as they worked in unison. Randy’s mate and new crewman Doggy was breaking open cartons of frozen bait and hosing it down to quickly defrost it. As soon as it was defrosted enough it went into bins next to Randy and his dad to be skewered onto the laser sharpened steel hooks and lowered into the deep briny to tempt the red snapper to commit suicide. Doggy was a bit uncomfortable working on the huge deck in this swell. Not seasick just not comfortable with his surroundings. He had spent lots of time at sea but mostly in small half cabin fishing boats where there was always somewhere to lean on as wave crashed around. Laura Ann’s aft deck was as big as the pub dance floor and he was having trouble getting used to the motion. He did not complain though. He was happy to be out with his mate working.

Beats Working was hove to off the continental shelf. Well offshore and out of site of land. Her autopilot held her almost stationary into the wind with the sou east swell lifting her stern and dipping her bow to meet the current driven nor east wind waves. Not a terribly comfortable ride but all on board were asleep except for the deck hand Sonja whose turn it was to be on watch. It was easy enough to keep watch. The sixty-mile radar would pick up any large ships well in advance of any trouble and her eyes watched for running lights of any yachts or smaller boats that could escape radar detection. It was unusual for them to stay at sea for a night but the charterer had paid well and was keen on getting as much fishing time in as he could. Early starts and late finishes he reckoned for each day would give him the edge for the record marlin he was after. This was their first night at sea and they were fuelled and watered for at least three more.

Sonja put down the book she was reading and stuck her head out of the plastic clears that surrounded the fly bridge. She glanced around looking for telltale red, green and white lights that would indicate another vessel. Nothing to be seen, she swung out off the bridge and climbed the ladder to the next level which was a tower structure which also had a set of controls for the boat but another six meters higher. It was a vantagepoint for the skipper from where the boat could fight fish better. It also could give Sonja a better look at the horizon. Still nothing to be seen. She stretched and yawned and looked at her watch. She had another hour of her shift to go and then she could hand over to the skipper and curl up in her bunk. She heard the faint chatter of the radio and as she was bored she raced down to the fly bridge in time to switch her radio to the talk channel and listen to another ship.
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Lundyn Parker book 2 #3

December 27th 2006 17:15
dirrigble
A modern dirrigble


Flying southeast Lundyn was heading for the known latitude and longitude of the sunken yacht he was searching for. Flying again at around four thousand feet he was nearing his target area when he observed a most unusual site. Flying on a parallel course to him but two thousand feet lower and about 40 knots slower was a dirigible. He had only ever seen them in museums or in old photographs. This one seemed to be around eighty metres long and Lundyn could see what looked like a nest of antenna and that made him decide on his next move.
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Lundyn Parker 2 chapter 3

December 26th 2006 19:13
Typical schooner
Typical fully rigged schooner

Chapter 3
Te-Ahuni was sailing on a broad reach just a half-hour after clearing the North Pass of the Lord Howe Island lagoon. The wind was a steady nor-easter and her schooner rig hummed with her sails taut and her long sleek bow dipping to the Tasman Sea swell. The skipper and crew quickly adjusted to the new motion of the boat after having spent the last four days hanging off a mooring in the Island’s lagoon. With the boat now newly refuelled and watered and fresh food on board as well, they were hoping for a quick three or four day sail to Sydney Harbour, given that this wind was going to hold.
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Lundyn Parker book 2, 2-3

December 25th 2006 19:23
fire fighters
Fire Fighters (by Jimmy Deguara)

Joe drove his old land cruiser “troopie” towing a trailer filled with water. In the back of the 4 wd he had a couple of back packs for fire fighting, water filled and pump actioned to keep up a good nozzle pressure. The first fire he got to was obviously the last to be lit. It was contained over a small area of about a thousand square metres. Without the tinder dry undergrowth the fire had little to burn on and he managed to put it out around the edges with the hose from his trailer. Without fuel to feed on, it would burn in on itself and soon burn out.
The next fire was burning up a gully. It crackled quite fiercely with bright yellow flames and very little smoke. It was burning up the gully on a very narrow front and it was just a matter of hitting the front with the high-pressure water out of the backpack and he soon had it in control. He sprayed the edges again with water from his tanker and soon had the blaze damped down and fully under control. He lifted his mobile phone and hit Peters’ number from the speed dial. “I got these two out, how are you doing?” Peters confirmed he had also controlled his fire but if Joe came down to meet him he had something very interesting to show him.
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Lundyn's greetings

December 24th 2006 20:24
Seasons greetings
Miyamoto in action

Lundyn Parker
Roscoe Tanner

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Lundyn Parker book 2 #2

December 23rd 2006 18:44
Mountain bred cattle
Mountain bred cattle

Chapter 2
Joe Falk walked his quarter horse between the tall Blue Gums with his long leather platted stock whip curled and resting on his shoulder. His wide brim hat shaded his deep blue eyes that darted over the hilly terrain keeping a close watch on the fifty head of cattle he had mustered up with his two dogs during the day. His whistles, sharp and long sent the dogs off “heeling” the cattle and keeping them in a rough manageable mob. He herded the cattle into an old iron fenced pen and leaning over from his saddle slipped the guard over the closed gate. The reek of the mustered herd grew as they milled around the yard, urinating and bogging then trampling all underfoot. Joe never really noticed the smell it was all part of his lifestyle to him. The dry eucalypt and grass smells of the high New England ranges that had become a home for him in his retirement were all part of the healing process of his new life. In his small square corrugated iron built cabin a simple stove brewed water for the billy and in his larder he had biscuits, jams and tinned meats. There was a square wooden table a couple of rough straight backed timber chairs and two overstuffed armchairs separated by a coffee table that carried a kerosene lantern. In one corner stood a single bed with a large warm doona


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Lundyn Parker book 2 #1 cont

December 22nd 2006 18:50
Roscoe eased his huge frame off the bed and swung his legs on to the bare polished timber floor of the cabin. He looked over to his parter lying with her tousled hair on the satin pillow slip. Her lips were partly open showing the tips of her white perfect teeth. She was naked and the sheet covering her had dropped off her revealing her full shaped breasts that were tanned with many weeks in the sun on their voyage to Thailand on Lundyn's ketch.
After a short and furious shopping spree in Hong Kong, Roscoe and Karen had decided on a casual holiday on a small offshore island. Famous for the seafood and the calm of an oasis in the desert of commerce that is Hong Kong they had spent days idling, loving and feasting. Karen was now continueing on to The Mediteranean to work on her tan and to continue her grieving for her murdered husband. Roscoe was due back at the local pub on Lake Macquarie where he worked as a bouncer. There was also a question of disposing of the money he had stolen from a drug lord that he and his mate Lundyn had just put off the streets.

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#1 Book 2 Lundyn Parker

December 19th 2006 19:44
dirrigible
A modern day dirrigible

BOOK 2
"Emergency Rescue


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lundyn Parker adventure # 11 -3

December 14th 2006 19:23
Alby Woo reached out and tore a sheet of paper off the office telex. It had a picture of Ho Sin lee manacled and being lead off the Singapore Navy frigate. A short blurb followed giving details of a “sting” that eventuated in the capture of a known drug lord and pirate. Police of all countries that Lee had dealt with were being asked to co-operate in compiling evidence for a trial. Woo knew that his meal ticket from Lee was now gone. He hunched over his computer keyboard and started to type an email to the Singapore police.

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Lundy Parker 11 - 3

December 13th 2006 18:14


The vessels were both facing in the same direction Lundyn knew that the fast cruiser would take off hard and fast as soon as the transfer was complete. The big freighter would take more time to get under way. He made his escape back under the hull of the freighter and surfaced close to the Seawind. Roscoe and the General leaned over to help pull him on board. No need for secrecy now. As far as every on board knew the transfer of the passenger was a success and the freighter could get under weigh. Lundyn noted even now how it was starting to churn the water with its two huge propellers. Soon it would be over the horizon. In the opposite direction the cruiser was off in a cloud of spray with white water bursting around its bow, as it made its way through the seas. Lundyn shrugged out of his dive gear and was quickly air born as well. As he had not gone any deeper than a few metres with his scuba gear he was safe to fly to a cruising height of 20,000 feet. The General had already alerted his friends where the target would be in position. He gave search area coordinates and it was confirmed that as they were still in international waters and that the Singaporeans would detain Ho until the Thai authorities could pick him up.
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lundyn Parker adventure #11 - 2

December 12th 2006 21:13

Ho Sin Lee, scrambled across to the cruiser from his position on the pilot ladder of the freighter. His mind was a whirl of things to take care of and things he had just done. He did not see his enemy beneath his feet looking up at him from under the waves. He was barking orders to the captain of the cruiser. He was to look like he was going to Singapore, then as it grew dark he would be given further orders. Another transfer ship would be waiting. Ho Sin Lee stretched his arms and flexed his back. He had been constantly on the move since arriving at his home and finding Fong and his men brutally murdered. He did not know who had done it but his suspicion was to blame Parker. He scowled inwardly as he thought about his enemy. How could one man do so much damage, almost accidentally? His whole operation was in tatters. He had travelled as fast as he could. He had many forged documents and as he moved from one place to another he was sure his trail was being well covered. But to be sure he was going to do one more switch. As night was falling he would change ships just one more time to be certain. He was lucky that he had so many crews who were in his pay. He had managed to arrange two more drug shipments and then he would start to re build his empire.

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Lundyn Parker 11

December 11th 2006 18:53
machine gun
deadly weapon


A swim.
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Lundyn Parker 10 -4

December 10th 2006 20:04
Taxiing out off its mooring Lundyn swung wide into the bay; he nosed the plane into the breeze and gunned the 300 horsepower Lycoming engine. Fully loaded the plane needed more than its usual 1100 feet to take off but as he was heading out to sea it was not a problem. As she reached her cruising altitude, he had decided on 14000 feet, everyone relaxed and undid their seat belts. Karen got out the thermos and poured green tea for everyone. They were heading for Singapore and planned to intercept two vessels.

The first was Lundyn’s ketch, which was going to be just a curtesy check and the second was the coastal freighter carrying Hon Sing Lee. The ketch was easy to spot. It was bowling along under all sail with a south-westerly breeze. They circled once and saw Toomas at the helm and three buxom bare breasted crew waved back to the Seawind. “Everything seems ok in that neck of the woods,” smiled the General. “I don’t know how he does it?”
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lundyn Parker adventure # 10 - 3

December 9th 2006 19:50
Lundyn had flown to his ketch and taken off his weapons. He had arranged for an old Estonian sea captain called Toomas to take his ketch back to Darwin. Toomas lived by the lake near Lundyn and with his ancestry going back to the Vikings of Saaremaa in the Baltic Sea he had a good back ground for sailing ships. Lundyn trusted the long blond-haired portly captain to have his ship where he wanted when he wanted. Karen had arrived and was in the apartment at the resort waiting for the threesome to turn up. He half-heartedly tried to talk her out of coming. But after an hour of her bedroom charms he let her come along. The General and Roscoe would understand. The two of them flew back to Bangkok leaving Toomas, his long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, waving goodbye from under the mizzenmast. The first of his delivery crew of female back packers was beginning to arrive noted Lundyn as he banked slowly by the ketch. “That Toomas!” He mused and then turned to Karen to fill her in on what had happened. But she did not need to know about the holiday the men had been having he decided.

Sitting in Frank’s bar the four plus Frank were having a war council. The General’s contacts had let them know that Ho Sin Lee had escaped an attempt on his life and that his middle brother, his lieutenant, had been killed instead along with two guards. Ho Sin Lee had fled the house immediately on his return. He had paid off his housekeeper, emptied his safe and smashed his computer. However the computer was not beyond giving some information and the specialists were combing through the memory even now for hints of what had been his empire and what he was likely to be up to now. They assumed he would be travelling fast. The four could travel only as fast as the Seawind would travel but they were not tied by commercial timetables or even by landing fields. The little Seawind was capable of quite a lot. At 55% power it would cruise at 170 knots and use about 13 gallons of fuel per hour. That gave them a range of about 1400 sea miles in 10 hours with adequate safety margin on the fuel. Information was coming in and Lundyn kept typing into his satellite phone. It had a capacity to link to the World Wide Web and he still managed to pick up his emails. A small fold out keyboard made typing much faster.
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lundyn Parker adventure # 10 cont

December 7th 2006 17:54
It was a two-day holiday. The three men only emerged to eat and order in more beer and wine. The girls swapped between the two rooms at will and helped the men when out at the local diners. They did not go to fancy restaurants though they could easily enough afford it. They ate at worker’s stalls and little roadside cafes. Then no matter what time of the day or night when one of them would get a bit horny they would all troupe back to the hostel and see that their needs were met. At the end of the second day Frank took the General aside. “Ho Sin Lee is expected back at his home on the coast very soon. He has been up in the border country apparently and we expect he has been putting together another shipment from Burma. He should be home for a few days at least.”

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lundyn Parker adventure # 10

December 5th 2006 18:04
Anderson fighting knife
Andre Anderson fighting knife

CHAPTER 10
The chase
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lundyn Parker adventure # 9 - 4

December 4th 2006 18:41
Now there were just four fighters, three managers and the five-man hit squad. Lundyn knew that this was the work of just one man, his current nemesis. He judged the situation; the men with the iron bars were more frightening than likely to be effective. It would take a blow to the head to knock him out before they became really dangerous. The gunman was there to give the coup-de-grace when the men with the iron bars were finished. He would shoot earlier if he had to but he was relaxing covering the three managers with the gun but watching the action about to start against the boxers.

One man moved with surprising speed between the two massage tables and cracked his iron bar over the skull of the South African boxer whose eyes rolled back in his head and he was out for the count. Without changing his pace he swung the bar at the American with a backhand motion. Before the bar could strike the big American had his foot in the small of the other man’s back and his kick hurtled him into the gaudily painted wooden lockers splintering them. As the first man was striking the South African Lundyn had reached for the wooden bench in front of him and picking it up he stabbed it toward two of the iron bar men. They retreated half a pace, which was time enough for Lundyn to smash the bench on the bare concrete floor. He pulled two of the broken slats from the bench and now he had a weapon in each hand. As he took his Kempo fighting stance the gunman swung his aim from the managers to Lundyn. As he swung the General moved with lightning speed and executed a perfect cutting chop with his right hand to the hand of the gunman. He did not drop his gun but his arm movement was so paralysed he could not use it. He tried to retaliate at the General with high flying kicks, but the General avoided the first two easily and when the third round house kick came the General crouched low and jabbed his five fingers in a sword stab directly to the crutch. The man dropped like a bag of potatoes to the floor. His gun slid under a wooden locker of no use to anyone. Roscoe moved on the first hint of movement from Lundyn. He approached one of the iron bar swingers and fended off the first swing with his massive shoulder and then it was over for that man. Once Roscoe was inside his guard, he grabbed the man by the throat in his huge paw, which encircled most of the scrawny neck and, while squeezing him, shook him like a rag doll. The big American had jumped off the massage table and now armed himself with an iron bar was doing damage to his now injured antagonist.
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lundyn Parker adventure # 9 - 3

December 3rd 2006 18:21
Roscoe and Lundyn’s exhibition match was well received. It was a rehearsed and almost choreographed performance to a degree. Neither of the two men was particularly keen on doing really bad physical damage to each other in an exhibition match. Though they were quite unlike in physical appearance and shape they were in fact of similar height and reach. Roscoe’s arms were much more muscular and his hands made a giant fist and with his dance-like agility on his feet he was particularly favoured as a combatant amongst the Thai audience. Lundyn was slimmer but certainly not skinny. He had a powerful chest from all the swimming he did and a lithe torso with slim hips but quite muscular legs. His calves were quite big. His speed was blinding and it was only because of their long training sessions at both styles of boxing that Roscoe was able to anticipate Lundyn’s punches to some degree. Lundyn was able to match Roscoe in punches to the body and arms but he did tend to land more to the face. It was as if Roscoe, whose face was quite battered any way after all the football he had played, was numb to Lundyn’s direct hits. He took two spectacular jabs to the face that should have rocked him to the floor. After the second and almost 20 minutes into the match he followed Lundyn’s fist back with his own head and managed to get inside Lundyn’s guard. He landed several huge body blows around Lundyn’s rib cage and then a spectacular punch into the solar plexus, which involuntarily forced Lundyn’s body to arch forward. As he did Roscoe reached behind Lundyn’s head with one hand and moved his hips around those of Lundyn and executed a perfect hip throw to land Lundyn on his back. Lundyn landed perfectly and lithe as a cat sprang back on his feet into the classic pose ready to do battle again. At this stage the General jumped into the ring and pronounced Roscoe the winner by lifting his arm in triumph. Lundyn grinned at Roscoe through the sweat and mucous on his face and put one arm around his friend and lifted his other arm acknowledging the victor. The match was well applauded and the crowd clapped them off the ring. Ho Sin Lee was glaring at Lundyn through squinting eyes.

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lundyn Parker adventure # 9 cont

December 2nd 2006 22:39
Frank gathered his friends up and took them to a booth inside his bar and sat them down. Roscoe and Lundyn were drinking mineral water and the General was drinking local Singha beer. He clapped his hands and rattled off orders and more drinks came with a mineral water for him. He beamed at his friends as he asked what was going on. He had heard on the grape vine that some of the General’s friends were looking for a contact on the drug scene. Bangkok was still reeling from the ‘happy pill’ wars. Small dealers and their users were being wiped out by suppliers who were scared of being caught by the police, who had started one of the biggest crack-down ever on these drugs. They were a menace to Thai society. Unlike the drugs being exported around the world these were locally made for the local market. There were lots of rumours as to who was in which trade. As a bar owner and working in the nightclub district Frank saw a lot and kept a lot to himself. He had however narrowed down his opinion to two men. And with the information that the General’s friends had supplied, one of the two was becoming a very firm suspect. “He keeps very much to himself,” said Frank “He has a large house on the waterfront in a bay about thirty miles out from the city. He has several brothers and it is one of these that acts as front man for him. It was his picture that was being shown around.”
“Bingo.” said Lundyn. “That certainly sounds like our man!” I have his email address and now if we think we have his home address we can stake him out and flush him out. What else do you know about him?”
“He is like most guys, he likes his women and he likes them hot and big breasted.” Frank grinned at the trio. “I send him any new girls that are likely to fill the bill. He pays well and I guess in his own way he treats the girls well. He only likes them for one night. He has a house keeper who checks the girls out first.”
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Lundyn Parker #9

December 1st 2006 17:12
Bare Knuckle
Prize fighters

CHAPTER 9
Boxing in Bangkok
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