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SNOWING IN BALI

all the girls, all my lifestyle, house, car, clothes, like VIP everywhere. I feel he was very unsatisfied. And then he tried to fuck me.

- Rafael

After learning he'd been played, Rafael knew he had to avenge himself, as much for his pride as to demonstrate he was nobody's fool. Marco had flown back to Amsterdam to set up another Lemon Juice run, straight after the Tokyo run, but Rafael heard he was now back in Bali, hiding out at their friend Fernando's house. Rafael called, asking, 'Where's Marco?'

'I don't know,' Fernando replied, in duet with Marco bellowing, 'Tell the motherfuckers I'm not here.'

Rafael abruptly cut the call, grabbed a knife and flew out the door.

I was like, 'Fuck, I'm gonna kill him.'

He drove straight to Fernando's house. Another dealer, Paulo, answered the door. He was friendly, but saw the knife in Rafael's back pocket. 'What's that, Rafael?'

'You know what it is, my friend, it's a fucking knife and it's for putting in the neck of Marco. I know he's here. You're a motherfucker too, for hiding him,' Rafael said, striding through the house.

'Rafael, calm down,' Paulo urged.
'No, tell me where he is.'

Sick of pussyfooting around, Rafael grabbed Paulo around the neck, holding the knife to his throat. 'Where is he?'
'He's in Padang, he's gone to Padang.'

Rafael sped off to Padang Padang, a top surf spot that he knew intimately. From the bridge crossing high above the cove, he spotted Marco on the sand below. Rafael sprang down the