Glen lifted the photo of Beau Hawkins. "Time for a new look at this." He held the picture for all to see. "I know we're stuck on this case and have been through it before, but we're going to look at it again."

He pinned the photo to the board, and once more looked around the room at the officers who had gathered. Tapping the photo, Glen said, "This is our missing man. Beau Hawkins."

Glen grabbed another photo and pinned it beside the first. "His vehicle. A white Ford SR6 tray back work Ute." He pointed to the picture as he said, "Was found out on Delaney Road, by Mrs Sally Trappes, on Monday, the eighth of September."

A photo of the lady was tacked to the upper corner of the board. "Sally's a widow who lives on her own. She's as clean as a hospital surgery. To be honest I can't imagine her knocking off Hawkins and hauling his body away. As you can see, he's a pretty big guy and she's on the frail side."

"His doctor." Glen glanced at his paperwork. "Doctor Ramon Baez, out at Hillsdale Rehabilitation Centre, says he passed rehab with flying colours. Beau was put on antidepressant medication. Baez's concern was that Beau's mental state was fragile. He had recommended Beau see a councillor after he left the clinic, but he never did."

"You've all got a copy of this in your folders. Glen waved the forensics report above his head. "The blood matches Beau's DNA, which was taken from his hair brush. To be certain, we also took a sample from his father and it's a match."

Glen paced in front of the board. "So, we know for sure the injured or possible dead person is Beau Hawkins. Bloody fingerprints in the car match his. The rest, all bar one set, have been identified as his brother's and father's. One set belongs to his five-year-old niece, and of course, Sally Trappes' are there too."

"We don't have much to go on." He said, "Nothing has changed in four months. I'm certain the unidentified prints are the clue and..." He nodded to no one in particular. "I'm aware that nothing new has been found, yet." He looked around the room at his officers. "They have to belong to someone. Any ideas?"

Sean Carter raised his hand. "If I could add something, boss." He didn't wait for Glen Pavardy to answer but fronted the group. "Richard Hawkins, Beau's father, went through the vehicle. A large metal toolbox is missing. It's an old-fashioned box. Large hinges and a flip lock. It belonged to Beau's grandfather." Sean tapped the folder. "As you know, we had his bank accounts looked at. Beau withdrew ten thousand dollars on the 29th of August. We have him on CTV footage at the ANZ on Drover Street. His accounts haven't been touched since. Nor, has his identification popped up anywhere. He has a history of drug addiction. Logic tells us the money was used to pay a debt or to buy drugs. One theory is that this is a drug deal gone wrong."

"Thanks, Sean." Glen stepped forward. "I want you, Alex and Pete, to go back to his mates. Someone has to know something. Who did he buy drugs from? I want more details on that and let's go over his syndicate fighting charge again. We need deeper intel on who he's been involved with, in that area."

Glen faced two of his officers. "Carmen. I want you and Kelly to interview Vanessa Richter, the stripper at Bo Jangles. It's in the file. She was with him when he last overdosed and was then forced into rehab by his parents. She might have something more to add." He grinned at the female officers. "I also want you to go through that client and workmates list. He may have had a falling out over a job. You never know, he might do shonky work."

The policewomen turned up their noses. "Ah, Chief. We've been through all this. Richter didn't know him. He paid her, and those work associates are a mob of filthy bastards."

"Use your female charm." Glen laughed. "If they know something, they'd tell you two, instead of those ugly mop heads." He jerked his head towards Alex and Pete.

They gave him the finger. He laughed some more and then turned serious. "Look I know this is a pain in the arse but we owe his family some answers. It's our job. If we find zilch, I'll shelve it again for a while. Thanks, everyone. Thanks for all your effort on this one."

Do you use the word *shonky*? It means work that hasn't been done correctly.

ANZ is a bank in Australia and New Zealand.

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