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The Loriton estate wasn’t somewhere many officers would go to single-crewed. And it wasn’t somewhere Jack Culverhouse would have normally fancied going at all, no matter how many people he was with. It was the sort of area where police weren’t welcome. Many of the residents on the estate had had run-ins with the law in the past. Others felt the system in general had let them down, giving them a deep distrust of authority.
There were a few people out and about — a middle-aged woman walking a dog, two men in jeans and t-shirts, a group of children on bikes. Nothing to give him too much cause for concern, but even so he didn’t want to be hanging around here for too long.
He slowed down as he reached the rough location he presumed Ethan Turner’s house to be. He looked over and confirmed
