“That was Luigi!” said Jason. “He said he’s at the BP service station on
the Calder highway. Where is that?”
“It’s on the way to Mt Macedon. About halfway there,” answered Keith.
Jason stared at him for a moment. “Right!” he said. “I’ll go and tell that fool of a policeman
upstairs. You ring the policeman in Mt
Macedon. Better make sure we tell as
many as possible. I don’t trust them to
get this right.” He turned and marched
off.
Keith selected his previous call to Colin from the
phone log and redialled. The phone rang
briefly then diverted from the landline to the police station to another
number. Colin picked up at the other
end.
“Hi, Colin, it’s mey again. Lou has just phoned us to say they’re at the
BP service station on the Calder. I
think we were roight. He is goin’ to Mt Macedon.”
“I’m here at the turnoff from the main road, watching
the cars coming up the mount from Melbourne.
What make and colour is his car?”
“Dunno. Can’t
the police pull that from VicRoads’ files?”
“Yeah, but it would take too long.”
“I’ll ask Jace and get back to you.”
“Right. If he’s
at the BP station now, he’s about 30 minutes away. If he is
in fact coming here.”
“What else can we do?
Where else can we go?” Keith
asked in despair.
“I think I might call one of the police choppers
out. There’s a risk. But we’d be able to follow them from the
air. To do that, I need the car’s
details.”
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