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put them in touch with Rafael and he'd snapped up the lot for a bargain $50,000. Now he was about to say abracadabra and magically turn it into more than half a million bucks. Not bad for a fledgling career.

These guys have the best shit I've seen in my life. Even my friend from Peru says, 'Fuck, this is the best in the world. Nobody - Bolivia, Colombia - they don't have this kind of shiny shit.' It's from North Peru, not easy to find, very shiny. The best. Pure, pure. We call it 'asa de mosca' or wing of the fly. We have 5 kilos of this shit. And then we make the goal.

'Woo hoo, I made it, so easy man, no sniffer dogs, nothing,' the Hawaiian sang out as Rafael walked into his room at the Novotel Hotel in Sydney's Darling Harbour. The horse was buzzing from relief as much as cabin fever. He hadn't dared to leave the hotel room or the bag since arriving the day before.

As planned, he'd phoned Rafael in Bali as soon as he got through customs, and Rafael had taken the first available seat to Sydney to meet him. 'I want to do it again, man, I want to do it again,' he kept repeating. The fear in his eyes had turned to exultant glee. Safely through, it now seemed to him that trafficking drugs was the easiest way in the world to earn $10,000.

But for Rafael, it wasn't yet time to celebrate. He'd been given explicit, secret-agent-style delivery instructions; take a taxi from Darling Harbour to Palm Beach - about a 55-minute drive; come alone; stop at the phone booth at the front of a café on the corner; lose the taxi; call from the booth. Arrive at sunset - the surfer will be waiting. Rafael played it to the letter with

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