JonDlundyn Parker adventure #3
November 12th 2006 17:40
RAN clearance divers at work
Chapter 3
THE MERRY WIDOW
Karen Philips was in a pensive mood, standing on the balcony of her 23rd floor high- rise apartment in Surfers Paradise. She toyed with her glass of chardonnay as she looked out over the evening skyline. She was dressed casually in brief shorts and a blouse that did little to cover and not much to constrain her greatest physical assets. In fact every garment she owned was tested to the limit by the straining of those beautiful breasts. To the west over the hinterland she could see the sunset through a bank of clouds. To the east her view was of the ocean, the darkened beach and ships out to sea. The roar of the surf was a constant sound for her and it married quite naturally with the hum of the traffic in the street down below. Lights were coming on in the luxury apartment blocks but she stood in the half light thinking.
After her ordeal at sea and the rescue by the two men she had nicknamed the ‘A’ team she had been in for a further shock. The police had asked her to identify the victims of the onboard massacre. She had done it while the cruiser was being towed back to shore. She had no idea what to expect. The gory scene was indelibly printed on her mind now. The two crew sitting there, with their surprised eyes wide open, blood still seeping from their bodies. Her friend the skipper slashed in so many places with that great gash across his throat. And finally, there had been Ben, now her deceased husband. What had possessed him to get up in a diver’s suit and sneak on board his own boat? Premeditated murder? At least he had been hiding his drug courier business from her. She knew of his legitimate business dealings. He had been dabbling in the stock market and bulldozing old shopping centres to put up new ones. Had the businesses been that bad that he had to go out and do drugs? Maybe it was just a rush for him to be on that side of the law? They hadn’t been close in the last five years, but by the same token they hadn’t been at each other’s throat. It was just a slow numbing of passion and things coming to an end. And what an end it was too!
The reading of Ben’s will was to be in Sydney in two days time. She had booked a flight to the south and was leaving tomorrow. She would catch up with friends and tidy up the funeral arrangements. She could not say when the funeral would be as the police still held the body in custody. But she could make the arrangements with the parlour and tidy up loose ends. Saying thank you to her ‘A’ team was one loose end. She smiled to herself again as she thought of Roscoe’s blatant display of his preference for knickers. His tight muscular body and a spunky tight butt would be in her mind for ages. His face was an absolute mess though and her heart went out to him for that. Huge muscular arms and lots of slabs of meaty body muscle, what a raw man. What ever was she thinking about, with Ben not even in the grave!
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Lundyn’s fears were not ill founded. His friends at the immigration department had identified three of the upturned faces he had photographed. Nothing appeared sinister in their names or reasons for visiting Australia. However they had all arrived from Thailand on consecutive flights. All within 24 hours of each other and they had gathered on the mysterious cruiser on Lake Macquarie. Now that was sinister! In his typical manner, Lundyn decided that it was not time to back away. He was, with Roscoe and the General, an avid follower of the exploits and philosophies of Miyamoto Musashi, a seventeenth century Japanese Samurai. He had fought over three hundred duels and in many wars, against highly uneven odds, and never lost a duel or battle. His prime attack was to plan and use the enemy’s weakness and his own strength, skill, timing and surprise to be invincible. In his last duel, the samurai had defeated a swordsman by clubbing him to death using the oar of a boat. These men were somehow after Roscoe and himself due to the missing money and drugs. They were coming after them. He called Roscoe and told him his plan. The mystery cruiser was tied up at Black Point Marina in the Swansea Channel. This channel had extremely fast tides due to its narrow nature and the amount of water it must flush each six hours. They would anchor his boat opposite the cruiser and wait. Take the fight to the opponent no backing away but on their own home turf using their own rules.
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