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SNOWING IN BALI

going to kill you tonight, but leave Bali now. And if you ever come back and sell this shit for less than $25,000, I will slit your throat.'

In the car, Rafael was starting to get antsy, worried a passing car might stop. 'Jando, let's go quick, let's go.' Jando bent down menacingly close to Borrador's face, warning him not to breathe a word of this tête à tête to Nanang or else, slashing his finger across his throat for emphasis.

'I won't say nothing, sorry, sorry,' Borrador whimpered.

In the next few days Rafael heard from the other Peruvians that Borrador had gone back home to the communal house several dealers shared near Kerobokan, whining that Rafael was going to kill him. No one sympathised. They were grateful Rafael had dealt with him, angry too that he'd been undercutting their businesses.

Borrador flew out to Peru the next day and didn't return for six months, when his problems would become insurmountable with the disappearance of his English girlfriend Kate Osborne, in a case that would make global headlines.

Drug dealer justice wasn't always a heated beating - it could be cold and calculated. Paranoid Poca, in the habit of ripping Rafael off and probably others, had organised a horse to run from Peru to Bali with 2 kilos of cocaine. Without a hitch, the horse flew past the post. But when Poca collected and opened the bag, it was a stinging blow.

'Ah fuck, I have some really bad news,' he sighed to Alberto and another dealer who'd been hired to work on this delivery, babysitting the coke and finding a buyer. They were sitting at a restaurant, waiting for instructions, but instead got the news flash - the job was off, there was no coke. Poca had been sent perfectly packed ... bags of sand.

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