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SNOWING IN BALI

He lose the colour in his face. You know, like he say, 'What? Ahhhh,' nearly crying. 'I have to go, I have to go.' I think he already left Bali now - he's very afraid.

- Rafael

Rafael drove past the dealer's house on his way to the beach, and saw at least eight cops lounging back on their bikes out the front with their long hair, moustaches and board shorts.

The next day he noticed his friend's new car, his fake Harley and two scooters were gone, but there was a silver van in the driveway, which police would use to drive their captive to the airport en route to Jakarta. But before snatching him from his Bali life, they all huddled together with the drug dealer for a photo.

He was the hunting trophy.

- Rafael

Later, the police returned to the house and swiped everything, from his furniture, clothes and leather shoes to his quiver of custom surfboards. When a friend called in later on, the place was stripped bare (though he later got some of it back with the help of an influential Balinese friend). The dealer's girlfriend was too scared to stay there and had slept at the gardener's house.

The cops were still searching, phoning and interrogating his contacts.

After his instinctive panic, Rafael relaxed, but with so much heat familiar feelings flared when he noticed someone riding closely behind him, with a helmet shield obscuring his face. Rafael tore off, zigzagging through the traffic until he lost him - realising it was probably just old instincts dying hard. But his

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