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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

going to put a bullet in each of your legs. The boss at the airport told me to do it.' It was something Indonesian police casually did to locals, usually defending their action by claiming the suspect had tried to run.

Marco instinctively started his fast-talking. 'Tunggu sebentar, boss [Wait a minute, boss], I’m already hurt.' He pulled up his shirt and revealed terrible scars from his gliding accident. He begged them not to shoot him. He’d tell them everything.

It was most likely not their compassion, but the gathering crowd of 100 or so local witnesses that stopped the bullets that morning. Instead, police circled Marco, handcuffed him and tied his legs and arms, ensuring David Copperfield didn’t have the slightest chance of performing his vanishing trick this time.

As the elite shores of Moyo Island faded into the distance, the police started opening hatches on the boat, with heads popping up of people they’d collected and arrested along the trail to find him. Balinese boy Roni had been badly beaten and given up all he knew, which took police as far as Sumbawa. There, locals all talked freely about the charismatic Mr Miller and the police soon found the boy who’d taken Marco to the marina the night before. At the marina, they had arrested the toothless old man as he’d docked his motorboat late the previous night. Not one of the suspects had had the faintest clue that they’d been aiding and abetting Indonesia’s most hotly hunted fugitive.

Everywhere police went, they find these guys and beat them, and lock them in the boat until they find Marco on the beach.

- Rafael

On the trip back to Sumbawa, Marco was told that he’d caused acute embarrassment and rage, and the sacking of many officials.

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