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ahead and start unloading. My wife should be here shortly.”
“No problem” said the driver “We can take it from here. You must be busy, what with the guy who drove into the drink?”
“Yes, not good” said Driver as he headed over to the police station on the other side of the driveway. “Just let me know if you need anything. I will be in the office.”
It was in the fax machine, all Blackmore’s credit card transactions for the past month, right up until Saturday night. Then there were no more entries. Well if he is alive and on the run somewhere, he certainly isn’t using his card, thought Driver. He ran his fingers down the latest charges. Audrey was right. There was an online charge for the Three Suites for four hundred and fifty dollars. He noticed a couple of charges in Kaeo - one, at the petrol station, and another at the local grocery store. The last one was thirty-five dollars at the Whangaroa waterfront restaurant. Well, that was that then. Nothing suspicious - or out of the ordinary. He would have to close the case and tell the scuba team to pack up their things and leave the site. Nothing more they can do now.
The forensics had made their report on the truck and they confirmed the truck was in perfect working condition and was driven off the road into the bay either deliberately as in the case of a suicide or accidently due to excess alcohol intake. Either way it wasn’t a homicide. Driver started to type out his report. Half an hour later he heard his kids shouting with glee. His family had arrived. He walked out into the bright sunny day to welcome them to their new home.
C H A P T E R 2 9
Maria pulled into the driveway of their new home and parked behind the furniture truck. The boys were eager to get out of the car. It had been a long drive and they were both antsy. She saw her husband walking towards them. He looked pleased to see them. Maria’s life as a policeman’s wife had been difficult. Not because he was put in constant danger or even because of his long working hours, it was because she like to smoke weed and keeping her habit hidden from her husband was proving more and more difficult.
When Maria heard they were moving to the far north she was relieved. She knew it would be much easier to get a regular supply up there. Her supplier had given her a contact up on Old Hospital Road. He said it was well off the beaten track and she would never been seen coming or going. He could supply anything she needed. Maria had learned to keep her addiction under wraps. She could control it. She never got high around the kids she just needed some weed now and then in order to cope.
Being a mother and a housewife proved more difficult than she thought it would be. It was a life of constant boredom and repetitive, domesticated drudgery. She never liked cooking, cleaning or doing laundry. Now that seemed to be all she did.
The furniture guys were still unloading the truck. It looked as though they would be there for some time. Maria joined the boys and their father in their new house. The boys were excited because they could each have their own room for the first time. Maria walked around the freshly painted and carpeted bungalow admiring the style and charm of her new home. She hoped she could be happy here. Maybe even get involved in the local community. Attend church and be involved in the boy’s school. She would try harder to be a good wife and mother. She felt in her jean’s pocket for the little container that held her sanity. It was almost empty. She would have to make a short trip soon.
C H A P T E R 3 0
John Campbell had just turned fifty-nine. Well that is what he told anyone who asked. He was actually sixty- two
“No problem” said the driver “We can take it from here. You must be busy, what with the guy who drove into the drink?”
“Yes, not good” said Driver as he headed over to the police station on the other side of the driveway. “Just let me know if you need anything. I will be in the office.”
It was in the fax machine, all Blackmore’s credit card transactions for the past month, right up until Saturday night. Then there were no more entries. Well if he is alive and on the run somewhere, he certainly isn’t using his card, thought Driver. He ran his fingers down the latest charges. Audrey was right. There was an online charge for the Three Suites for four hundred and fifty dollars. He noticed a couple of charges in Kaeo - one, at the petrol station, and another at the local grocery store. The last one was thirty-five dollars at the Whangaroa waterfront restaurant. Well, that was that then. Nothing suspicious - or out of the ordinary. He would have to close the case and tell the scuba team to pack up their things and leave the site. Nothing more they can do now.
The forensics had made their report on the truck and they confirmed the truck was in perfect working condition and was driven off the road into the bay either deliberately as in the case of a suicide or accidently due to excess alcohol intake. Either way it wasn’t a homicide. Driver started to type out his report. Half an hour later he heard his kids shouting with glee. His family had arrived. He walked out into the bright sunny day to welcome them to their new home.
C H A P T E R 2 9
Maria pulled into the driveway of their new home and parked behind the furniture truck. The boys were eager to get out of the car. It had been a long drive and they were both antsy. She saw her husband walking towards them. He looked pleased to see them. Maria’s life as a policeman’s wife had been difficult. Not because he was put in constant danger or even because of his long working hours, it was because she like to smoke weed and keeping her habit hidden from her husband was proving more and more difficult.
When Maria heard they were moving to the far north she was relieved. She knew it would be much easier to get a regular supply up there. Her supplier had given her a contact up on Old Hospital Road. He said it was well off the beaten track and she would never been seen coming or going. He could supply anything she needed. Maria had learned to keep her addiction under wraps. She could control it. She never got high around the kids she just needed some weed now and then in order to cope.
Being a mother and a housewife proved more difficult than she thought it would be. It was a life of constant boredom and repetitive, domesticated drudgery. She never liked cooking, cleaning or doing laundry. Now that seemed to be all she did.
The furniture guys were still unloading the truck. It looked as though they would be there for some time. Maria joined the boys and their father in their new house. The boys were excited because they could each have their own room for the first time. Maria walked around the freshly painted and carpeted bungalow admiring the style and charm of her new home. She hoped she could be happy here. Maybe even get involved in the local community. Attend church and be involved in the boy’s school. She would try harder to be a good wife and mother. She felt in her jean’s pocket for the little container that held her sanity. It was almost empty. She would have to make a short trip soon.
C H A P T E R 3 0
John Campbell had just turned fifty-nine. Well that is what he told anyone who asked. He was actually sixty- two
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