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\u201cIt\u2019s been two days. We gotta to do something. It\u2019s gonna go rotten.\u201d
\n\u201cI know. I\u2019m thinking.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout what we talked about?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cGet on the Great Ocean Road. Out past Martyrs Bay.\u201d
\n\u201cYeah. I know the place. Near the twelve apostles.\u201d
\n\u201cWe were there with Jessie that time, remember?\u201d
\n\u201cYeah, I remember. Alright. Let\u2019s do it then. Get some sleep, we\u2019re leaving here at two.\u201d
\n\u201cIn the morning?\u201d
\n\u201cCourse in the fucking morning.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long will it take to get there?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll get there before sun up.\u201d
\n\u2018I\u2019ll get the weights.\u2019
\n\u201cOn ya.\u201d
\nWilko and Daz settled it that night. How to get rid of the body. They had bought half a kilo of speed from Jock Cooper up in Melbourne and things had gone wrong. In the fight, Daz shot Jock dead and now they had him wrapped in carpet and duct tape in the boot of Wilko\u2019s blue Ford Cortina. They had never killed anyone before and both had a dread feeling about their circumstance. They were consumed with dark emotion. At this point they were the only ones that knew about the murder. No-one had heard the gun shot. The next farm house was four miles away. Anyway, the sound of gunshots out there wasn\u2019t uncommon even if someone had. Shooting kangaroos was one of Wilko\u2019s jobs. In short, no one was looking for them, yet. They hadn\u2019t left Wilko\u2019s farm since the killing. They had been living with the body for two days, wondering what to do.
\nThe adrenaline rush of the kill surprised them by its force. The weight of becoming a killer threatened to overwhelm Daz, but the two days he had spent with the body had given him time to meditate on their situation. The fury that led to the murder was now partly subdued by a lack of remorse. Daz had pulled the trigger, but their history was intertwined closely, and to betray each other would be to betray their childhood selves. A notion beyond their imaginings. They were in it together and they knew it. They both understood that if they didn\u2019t keep cool heads they were done for. And now, after two days, the time had come to act. There had been a heavy rain storm that day and the area around Woodend was drenched through. There was a chill wind in the evening air.
\n\u2018Fucking cold.\u2019 Said Wilko as he put on an extra sweater and zipped up his coat.
\n\u201cChat.\u201d
\nPerhaps that\u2019s why the country exists in the first place, so the English, the Scots, the Welsh and the Irish didn\u2019t have to suffer the winters any longer. Wilko looked out the kitchen window as it was being battered by the rain.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ve fucking gone and done it now.\u201d He said to Daz.
\n\u201cIf you haven\u2019t got anything useful to say don\u2019t say it. Alright? Now get ta fucking sleep. We\u2019ve got work to do. If we don\u2019t get it right it\u2019s thirty-five years in the slammer. So, I\u2019m only going to say this once. You be careful hey. Or I\u2019ll fucking kill ya.\u201d Daz turned out the light and soon after began snoring, but Wilko stayed by the window watching the rain. He was too alive to sleep. The game was on. Wilko looked over at Daz sleeping and burned a cigarette, each draw he took carefully and deliberately. Looking carefully, he became fascinated by his sleeping friend. Wilko was scared of Daz at times. Ever since they were kids there had been a hierarchy. Daz was both older and stronger and those two factors clinched it. If it had to be called, Wilko was probably the cleverer of the two but there wasn\u2019t much in it. Neither of them had a handle on science, or God for that matter, they were men who were characterized by action rather than thought. And that, if the truth be known, was how they found themselves in the situation they were now in.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
The alarm clock went off at precisely 2.00 am and Daz was up and dressed in seconds. He splashed a bit of water on his face from the sink and lit a cigarette, trying to prepare his mind and body for the grim task ahead.
\n\u201cOi. Get up ya fucking bludger, we gotta go. Get a move on!\u201d And Daz kicked the edge of Wilko\u2019s cot. As Wilko rose up quickly in the bed something went wrong.
\n\u201cAh fuck!\u201d Wilko let out a low, doleful whine.
\n\u201cCome on, what are ya waitin for?\u201d
\n\u201cMe fucking neck mate. I\u2019ve pulled a fucking muscle in me neck. Ah ya cunt.\u201d Wilko sat up and almost screamed with pain but managed to suppress it with a chuntering kind of sigh.
\n\u201cOh, this is fucking all I need. Where\u2019s the fucking beer? I need a fucking beer. My neck\u2019s fucking crook mate. Ah fuck.\u201d Daz went over to the fridge and pulled out a six pack of beers. As if his mind refused to believe it, he tried to move his neck in a normal way and there it was again. The intense pain of a pulled neck muscle.
\n\u201cCome on get ready. No drinking in the car though. We gotta keep our heads down and out of any copper\u2019s sight.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about me neck?\u201d
\n\u201cFuck ya neck mate!\u201d Came suddenly, shouting. We gotta get rid of him. You hear me? I\u2019m not fucking joking. Get your shit together, we\u2019re leaving. Now.\u201d
\nA forlorn looking Wilko stood up, clasping his neck, and followed Daz out of the farm house and towards the truck. The rain was coming down hard when they opened the farmhouse door. Wilko looked up into the rain as he stepped off the porch to wake himself up and the pulled muscle gave him a shooting pain that rattled his whole body. He grimaced and left his hand firmly by his throat to remind him of the pain he had suddenly and unexpectedly acquired. The rain pounded them as they walked towards the car, and there was an audible \u2018fuck me\u2019 from Daz as he put the key in the door and turned it. Wilko could now only move the top half of his body in a robotic way. If he needed to look in a certain direction he had to move his whole torso towards the object, keeping his head and neck as rigid as possible. As Wilko sat down and shut the car door he turned too quickly and again an intense shooting pain bounced from his neck muscle to his brain. He grimaced and found himself unable to muster words. He felt acutely miserable. He put on his seat belt slowly, taking great care not to turn his head. He still had sleep in his eyes. \u2018Drive slow and safe, I can\u2019t move me neck.\u2019 Daz turned the key in the ignition but even the engine starting wasn\u2019t enough to drown out the sound of the drumming rain on the car. The headlights came on and they started moving cautiously along the country lane in the wild storm. Before long they turned on to the main road that would take them south towards the twelve apostles, the great rising stones that awaited them in the fortress of the swirling sea. That would be the three of them. Daz, Wilko and the dead, now decomposing body of Jock Cooper in the boot.
\nOne of the bonuses of trying to dispose of a dead body in Australia is its vast emptiness. It has half the population of Spain spread over a continent almost the size of Europe. The only problem was that driving that late at night might arouse suspicion, in the unlikely event of them passing the police. There had been no sign of the law as they reached the Great Ocean Road. They glimpsed the Southern Ocean, singing in the moonlight. Wilko had one hand on his neck as he lit a smoke and opened the window a few inches, only to feel the rain speckling his face.
\n\u2018What do we do if we get pulled?\u2019 Asked Wilko.
\n\u201cStay calm. I\u2019ll tell them I just found out me mums had a fall and we\u2019re on our way to the hospital. I\u2019ve done it before. It\u2019s about the performance.\u201d
\n\u2018Bit of an actor hey? Fair play. So, what\u2019s the name of the hospital?\u201d
\nDaz didn\u2019t know.
\n\u201cFuck\u2019s sake.\u201d Wilko said in a disappointed, worried way and looked out the window, suddenly mesmerised by the glimmering ocean light. As Wilko turned naturally to take in the view, pain pulsed through his neck and he leant forward with a sigh. They both fell into a melancholy silence.
\nThe one thing they knew to be well careful of was the potholes. Ruin the suspension or burst a tyre out in the wilderness in a storm and you were done. It was still pitch black when they reached the Great Ocean Road and the pelting rain turned the Ford Cortina into a kind of bongo. There was almost no one out there. Every ten minutes or so they would be passed by the rolling headlights of a car, with their eyes peeled for the coppers.
\n\u201cHow much further d\u2019ya\u2019reckon?\u201d Said Wilko.
\n\u201cGet the map out, it\u2019s in the glove compartment. We\u2019re coming up to Lorne.\u201d
\n\u201cRighty-o.\u201d
\nAs Wilko studied the map in the passenger seat, a sign flew past in the rainy lights that said \u2018THE TWELVE APOSTLES 145 KMS\u2019. They both thought about the body in the boot of car, driving on in silence with the storm making the music about them, Wilko with his head down to the map and Daz with his hands high up on the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road ahead, unblinking. They would be there at the cliff in a few hour\u2019s tops.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll get there well before sun up.\u201d Daz reiterated. \u2018Rain\u2019s slowing us down.\u2019 Forgetting about his neck momentarily, Wilko turned to look at Daz and felt a fierce shooting pain shot through his neck again. Now, the agony rendered him silent, and he slowly closed his eyes, wondering whether it was all worth it. Life. Was it worth the suffering. Daz looked at him and knew he wasn\u2019t faking. Then there was a flash of sheet lightening as Daz turned his eyes back on the road and in the illumination, he suddenly saw a fully grown female kangaroo bouncing across the road in the headlights.
\n\u201cFuck,\u201d Shouted Daz and he hit the brakes. Never swerve a roo was a thing his dad had taught him from his earliest years. As the pain in his neck subsided Wilko opened his eyes to the sound of screeching wheels, and the first thing he saw was the Kangaroo smashing into the windscreen with an almighty bang.
\n\u201cCunt!\u201d Shouted Daz in the death flash. After the great thud there was the sound of shattering glass, then the airbags, and then the halting tyres on the tarmac. Finally, the falling rain from the womb of the car. Inside silence. The vehicle was still on the road as they came to a complete standstill with the dead Kangaroo up on the bonnet, dead in the broken windscreen. Time passed before they began to stir. They came to their senses almost simultaneously.
\n\u201cFuck a duck.\u201d Said Wilko. Daz laughed a mad laugh. Wilko turned his painful neck to look at him and Wilko registered the bright red and scarlet in Daz\u2019s face as he laughed, as the insignia of a maniac. The body of the Kangaroo was half inside the car and Daz could see its dead eyes staring vacantly between the air bags.
\n\u201cFuck.\u201d Came the groaning Wilko, he now had whiplash on top of the pulled muscle. Daz pushed the airbag away the best he could, opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He retched a little and spat out bile but there was no puking. His heart was beating fast, getting wetter by the second in the downpour. The sight of the dead Kangaroo on the bonnet increased the mania in his laughter. He was feeling the overwhelming sense of providence that surviving death can invoke. He did a little dance in celebration with his arms in the air. Then he heard Wilko\u2019s voice screaming out of the darkness.
\n\u201cWhat are doing ya mad cunt?! Remember what we\u2019ve got in the boot? What if someone sees us hey?! Get in the car. Fuck\u2019s sake. Come on. Get in the fucking car! Let\u2019s go.\u201d
\nDaz looked up and down the rain soaked, night time highway. There was nothing out there, except the great swaying trees and the night. This was the boundless country. They both became lost in thought as they tried to keep calm. Using all their strength they took hold of each end of the dead kangaroo, lifted it off the bonnet and dropped it on the grass by the side of the road. They both stared down at the dead animal, their silence revealing the quick flow of their thoughts. They got back in the car and drove away.
\nThe night sky over the sea, illuminated by the hiding moon, glowed in the grey mist. The seaward clouds cloaked the galaxy from sight, returning their minds to the here and now, to life, the thing that matters only. They were alone on the road. The coast was theirs, the marvellous world around them, brimming at oceans edge. The headlights of the car were being studied by the birds in the sky riding down the dark road, swinging down above the electric headlight beams to investigate this unnatural thing stalking the marsh. The two men in the car drove on in silence. They had survived. The storm came rolling over them, the rain beat down on the windscreen, and nature, the sea, the sky, the rain and the wind, went on behaving as though they didn\u2019t exist. They tingled to be alive.
\nRain was seeping through the broken windscreen as the front left wheel hit a pothole and they bumped and lurched violently making Wilko\u2019s neck spasm in agony. He muttered to himself. He took the pain. He knew it was nothing compared to what was to come if they didn\u2019t get rid of the body. Their minds now had a steely focus. Once the body was in the sea their trouble would end. Their worries would be over. Jock Cooper hadn\u2019t even been reported missing. Nothing on the news. The police were nowhere to be seen. If the body was swept away by the ocean and devoured by the bottom feeders, they would be home and dry with only their consciences to trouble them, which wasn\u2019t any real danger at all.
\nThe rain quietened and the forest gave way to barren scrub. They both looked up out of the windows and saw the parting of the clouds revealing the glowing white disc of the moon. Wilko slowed the car and dimmed the headlights. When he was sure there was nothing in their way he turned them off. In the far distance the faint outline of the twelve apostles signalled their destination approaching. The giant cylindrical rocks worn through eons by the punishing waves seemed strange and lonely. They had been forged by time, and birthed by the undying sea.
\n\u201cFuckin\u2019 bonza.\u201d Said Daz. It was the first time he had smiled in a while. They took a moment to appreciate the spectacular view, surely one of the rarest on the entire continent, and then trundled on down the vacated road, towards the cliff.
\nThey took the last turning and slowed the car to a crawl. The headlights were off but there was still enough moon light to navigate. They parked the car next to a grass knoll about fifty metres away from the edge. Daz turned the engine and lights off and they sat there for a few moments in the hope the rain would pass.
\n\u201cWhere did you put the weights?\u201d
\n\u201cI already tied \u2018em on. Don\u2019t worry we\u2019re strong enough. Come on. Let\u2019s get a move on.\u201d
\nThey got out of the car and were greeted by a sweeping drizzle, not the heavy battering rain of before. Wilko opened the boot wide and they both looked down at the rolled carpet, with a pair of black shoes visible at the end. Daz took out a Stanley knife and began to saw at the duct tape. Soon the carpet opened and the lifeless corpse of Jock Cooper was revealed, his eyes open, with an eerie, surprised expression on his face. They both were able to ignore it, because of contempt. Daz was tempted to spit on the body but held himself back. \u201cFocus. Focus.\u201d He said to himself, and himself alone.
\n\u201cWhat are we going to do with the carpet?\u201d
\n\u201cCut it up and burn it.\u201d
\n\u201cRight-O.\u201d
\n\u201cGet his legs.\u201d Wilko reached down, obeying the order. Daz threaded his arms under those of Jock Cooper and they headed out towards the cliff with their heads tilted down. The wind was whipping up strong enough to give them the feeling it was raining from the ground.
\nThe cliff was giant. Not as high as the Cliffs of Moher, or the cliffs of Dover, but high enough to put the fear of God into them both. Both of them were scared to look over the precipice. As they approached the edge, the wind came up again and rain began to beat down harder than ever. Maybe nature was trying to stop them. Maybe the wind and the rain did know after all. That\u2019s what Wilko thought as he trudged to the edge with the body, slipping on the muddy, rain sodden grass. It was Daz who was terrified of heights though, but he was the one who did the killing and he was the one who had the idea to throw the body off the cliff and into the sea.
\n\u201cNearly there!\u2019 Shouted Daz through the howling wind and rain. Their hair and their clothes were already soaked through after a quick two minutes. There was a slight incline rising up towards the precipice and as they reached it Wilko lost his grip on Jock Cooper\u2019s legs and they fell, splatting into the muddy earth.
\n\u201cFuck\u2019s sake!\u201d Shouted Daz, his voice carrying on the wind. \u201cCareful ya fucking dumb cunt!\u2019
\n\u201cDon\u2019t crack the shits, I\u2019m fuckin trying alright!!\u201d
\n\u201cFuck I got blood on me daks.\u201d
\n\u201cBurn \u2018em later.\u201d
\n\u201cAh me fucking neck! Cunt.\u201d Wilko had dropped the dead legs hard into the mud, the pain in the muscle in his neck was too much to bear.
\n\u201cCome on, lift! We\u2019re nearly there!\u201d Shouted Daz. Wilko straightened up his back as the rain beat down on him and the pain subsided enough to grab the dead legs and lift them back up. On they went in the dark and rain.
\nThe wind was coming at them so hard they had their heads bent down towards it like they were pushing in a rugby scrum. The wrath of the storm had no mercy. When they were about ten metres from the very edge, they both lay down and began to roll the body. The wind felt less fierce on the ground but they could feel the wet cold mud and grass soaking through their shirts. As the dead body rolled over, the dead arms of Jock Cooper kept getting stuck underneath the weight of his body. The eyes were now closed as if he were sleeping drunk, getting rolled into the bed after a long night.
\nThe wind abated as they got the body to the very edge of the cliff.
\n\u201cAlright!\u201d Shouted Daz. \u201cAfter three, push as hard as you can!! One, Two\u2026. Three!!\u201d And they both simultaneously launched the dead body off the edge of the cliff into the crashing sea below. They both lay there motionless for almost a minute, experiencing an emotion not unlike a mountaineer at a summit. They had no words. It was done.
\n\u201cLook over the edge.\u201d Said Daz.
\n\u201cGet fucked! You look over.\u201d
\n\u201cFuck that mate.\u201d The wind was blowing so hard it felt like it was pushing them towards the precipice.
\n\u201cLet\u2019s get the fuck outta here.\u201d Said Daz, keeping his vertigo hidden. They felt the rain again and crawled backwards on their bellies before they stood up, turned and started running back to the car through the night tempest, shouting and cheering and jumping for joy as they went. Daz had taken his shirt off and was swinging the waterlogged garment around his head, laughing the relief of the prisoner freed. They jumped into the car, turned the engine on and sped away down the back roads and country lanes that led to Melbourne.
\nThe body of Jock Cooper fell lifeless from the edge of the cliff. Down it dropped. Fifteen metres below was a ledge the size of a living room. And there the body landed with a quiet thud, made silent by the storm. It bounced slightly forward coming to rest at the edge of the promontory, his left-hand peeking slightly over the edge as if it were a man clinging to the side of his bed. And there it stayed on the ledge, twenty metres above the sea.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Almost two weeks went by. Early in the morning Noel Manning and his son Joshua got in their trawler and headed up the coast towards the Twelve Apostles to see what the fishing was like, as they had a couple of times a week for the past few months, concentrating their work in the waters to the west. It was a calm, beautiful sunny morning and the white horses were resting. They went at a steady pace of eight knots, with the nets strung out behind them. They sailed a couple of kilometres from the coast most of way and then turned starboard to see what they could find in shallower waters. Noel turned the engine off and they bobbed a hundred and fifty metres or so from the land. Joshua\u2019s keen eyes spotted it first by chance as he glanced up at a flock of seagulls swooping to feed on the cliff. He saw what he correctly thought to be a human hand, dangling.
\n\u201cDad. Can ya see that?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cUp there on the cliff. Is that a hand?\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re havin me on.\u201d
\n\u201cLook.\u201d Noel went in to the cabin and fetched a pair of binoculars that he used for birdwatching. He stood there on the deck and pressed his face against the eyepieces. It took a few moments to get the binoculars in focus against the edge of the cliff and he tracked the ledge from right to left. He paused as his eyes and brain joined. He put the binoculars down a couple of inches and then back to his eyes in disbelief. A human hand and a denim shirt cuff dangling over the grassy lip.
\n\u201cAlright I\u2019m turning the boat around. Get on to the police.\u2019 He told his son.
\nThat afternoon a police helicopter swooped in and identified a body on the ledge and before nightfall it had been recovered. Daz and Wilko had stripped the body so it took a while to identify the body, but Jock Cooper was a well-known face around Melbourne and had been reported missing less than a week after his disappearance by his girlfriend Tammy. The cadaver had been partly eaten away by scavenging birds and his remains were a disgusting sight to behold. Tammy had to identify the body and was left a traumatised landlady in Alice Springs.
\nThe forensic team discovered the bullet hole almost immediately and a murder investigation was underway that night. Almost two weeks had passed by but the crick in Wilko\u2019s neck was still giving him jip. He was still holding his neck in his hand as Daz switched the TV on and slumped down on the sofa next to Wilko with a can of VB and a lit cigarette. It was a news story saying the remains of Jock Cooper had been found on the ledge of a cliff near the Twelve Apostles in Victoria. When Wilko and Daz said \u2018cunt\u2019 in unison, there was a kind of musicality to the syllable.<\/p>\n
– –<\/p>\n
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