Another empty shop, South Coast, NSW, Australia Surveillance: The Aftermath. They had kept it up for years, for no reason. To persecute an old man. To find what a couple of lying, thieving Bangkok go-go boys said they would find. To hunt out what their protectors, a corrupt cabal of Thai police, bar owners and government officials said they would find. Because they just couldn't leave him alone. Mind boggling bastards, he had been over it years ago. Tadpoles, a voice spat derisively, as if they were going to find anything else. He was sick of it, sick of them, sick of his situation. The days spun by in a dreary sequence. An old man flailing in the wind; flapping against things that no longer existed. Or existed barely. Mostly. Set up after set up, they never changed their modus operandi. A haunted day. A lonely night. A car parked on a headland. A cruising car. There was no good in any of it.
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Another empty shop, South Coast, NSW, Australia Surveillance: The Aftermath. They had kept it up for years, for no reason. To persecute an old man. To find what a couple of lying, thieving Bangkok go-go boys said they would find. To hunt out what their protectors, a corrupt cabal of Thai police, bar owners and government officials said they would find. Because they just couldn't leave him alone. Mind boggling bastards, he had been over it years ago. Tadpoles, a voice spat derisively, as if they were going to find anything else. He was sick of it, sick of them, sick of his situation. The days spun by in a dreary sequence. An old man flailing in the wind; flapping against things that no longer existed. Or existed barely. Mostly. Set up after set up, they never changed their modus operandi. A haunted day. A lonely night. A car parked on a headland. A cruising car. There was no good in any of it.