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SNOWING IN BALI

in through the gate, quickly spreading out across the garden, foraging among the plants, hunting. Finding nothing, they all moved inside the house.

Anna was out, but the kids were home and quickly grew angry with the intruders rifling through their things. 'My kids give shit to the cops.'

'You're so rude, you can't just come into people's houses and open their freezer,' Rafael's eldest daughter objected. One of the toddlers squealed, 'Don't touch my things. Papa, stop them, stop them.'

Despite their protests, Rafael was trying to keep the cops in the children's rooms rather than his own, but they were soon making their way up the spiral staircase to his bedroom, where things turned nasty.

'Where's your cocaine? We know you're a drug dealer.'
'Hey, be careful, you can't just say shit like that, you have to prove it,' Rafael shot back. 'What are you talking about? I'm a family man.'

The cop lifted his shirt, flashing an old .38 revolver. 'I have a gun, so show us your drugs or I'll put a hole in your knee.'

Rafael knew they wouldn't pop a westerner. It was a scare tactic and it didn't work. 'Sure, try your luck, shoot me. It will be the biggest mistake of your life, cos I'll sue you. And I'm not afraid of your guns. My father's a cop,' he lied. 'I grew up with guns everywhere, and I know that old shit doesn't work.'

'Oh, it works and I'll use it if you don't talk,' the cop spat.
'You guys are so stupid,' Rafael retorted. 'I'm a family man. You're in the wrong place. The big mafia guy who really has the coke is laughing at you. You guys are a joke.'

'Come on, Rafael, don't say that,' his neighbour interjected, worried his goading might backfire.

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