SAVAGE SKIES
Graham Guy
Also By GRAHAM GUY
Eleven Days
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SAVAGE SKIES
Graham Guy
Copyright © Graham Guy
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Second Publication 2015 by DoctorZed Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and dialogues are creations of the author or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any individuals, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.
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DoctorZed Publishing rev. date: 14/04/2015
This book is for Mary, Jayne, Jocelyn and Pamela. It is also for my loyal and dedicated ‘flock’ who continue to support me. And I thank you.
Contents
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Acknowledgements
With special thanks to:
Dr Allen Gale
Dr Robert Anthony Jones
Dr Sydney Aidinis
Geoff Brown. Jeppesen Australasia
Lloyd Stevens. Veterans Of The Vietnam War
Ben Dalton. Flight instructor
Stephen ‘Yogi’ Howard
Maxine Tod – Palazzo Versace
Simon Bower – Palazzo Versace
Maria Rignanese
Keith Lalieu
Daryl McKenzie
Trevor Brickhill. Fmr World No two, Traditional World
Cowboy Action Shooting
Rob Paradis. Adelaide Gun Shop
Geoff Polites. President. Ford Motor Company of Australia
And to the many other people who so willingly and enthusiastically gave of their time and wonderful assistance to make this book a reality.
Watchman, what of the night ISAIAH 21.11
Prologue
The two girls were blindfolded, naked to the waist, tied together and placed in the middle of the room.
In the sitting position they faced each other, their legs intertwined. An upright pole hammered into the floor prevented any escape or movement apart from standing.
To do this they had to rise together to avoid the ropes burrowing further into the flesh on their wrists, already bruised and bleeding from their earlier attempts to escape them.
The floor, made of wooden planks, was cold, hard, splintered and dirty.
The girls were cold and smelled of urine and faeces as they continuously wet and messed themselves from the gut-wrenching terror they were being forced to undergo.
They moved and writhed constantly to try to escape from the blindfolds, the wetness, the stench and burning of urine from being forced to sit in their own excrement.
Seated a few metres away was their captor. Sneering. Guffawing. Leering at their half-naked bodies. Ignoring their sobbing, vomiting and pleas from the eldest girl to be allowed to toilet themselves. It was the start of day two and so far he had made no demands.
He reassured himself he was the master. He was in control and had control over the lives of his two young victims.
They heard their captor again move towards them and draw his knife. The eldest of the two convulsed, freezing in terror.
She knew what was coming.
Chapter 1
The morning after Senior Sergeant Ken McLoughlin had bagged $3,000,000 in commission from Bruno Formicella for the return of his stolen $20,000,000, the headlines of the paper almost jumped out at him: FIRE DESTROYS HOSTEL.
The paper had been pushed under the door of his motel room. He picked it up and read on.
‘Fire has caused more than $1,000,000 damage to the Single Mother’s Hostel in Nambucca Heads.
Run by the Salvation Army, the hostel was home to more than 35 single mothers and their children.
No one was hurt in the blaze that broke out shortly after midday yesterday.
Salvation Army spokesperson Major Peter Evans says upon investigation, it was found the complex was not insured as the company that held the policy went to the wall three days ago…’
McLoughlin’s mind was made up. He dragged a satchel out from under his bed and unzipped it. Satisfied $1,350,000 was still accounted for, he made his way to the post office and purchased a box about the size of a beer carton, bubble wrap and brown paper.
Returning to the motel, he took the money from the satchel, wrapped it in the bubbled plastic and packed it inside the box. On a plain piece of paper he wrote: