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news reporters, so the reporters went back to the station and
interviewed the young man who had reported the incident. He reveled
in his 15 minutes, knowing it would be over before he could
capitalize on it.
    Though she was not comatose, it was obvious
that she was at the end of her faculties so the police did not take
a statement that day.
    The following day, Marcia woke screaming,
“I’ll kill you, you bastard,” and thrashing about. She had been
dreaming about having Cooter chained to the same wall he had
enjoyed having her chained to. The orderlies calmed her down and
the doctor administered a sedative. It was several hours into the
evening before she was in any condition to give a statement. When
she did it was a real eye-opener. She told them her name and
address and the fact that her husband had been killed. She told
them her son had been killed, since the last she had seen of him
was when he went over the side while they were being chased by the
two men in the speedboat. The Goulburn Police did not know he was
still alive. She told them where her husband had been shot, and how
the two men had boarded the Agamemnon and taken her prisoner. Then
she detailed the story of the dungeon and the man she had
killed.
    There was little doubt that she had been
shackled, the abrasions on her wrists and ankles confirmed that.
There was more than enough evidence of abuse, both physical and
sexual. She could not have led them to the house, even if she were
allowed to leave the hospital. The escape had been in a blind
panic. She knew she was on Route 31, Hume Highway, but she did not
know what direction she had been traveling in. The police had
already run the plates from the car and gotten an address. Marcia’s
testimony merely filled in some of the blank spots they had
encountered when they found the owner dead on his own kitchen
floor.
    The Police in Orange were alerted and
shortly after that, the Sydney office got the news. The reporters
in Goulburn did a little research and found the story of the
missing couple and their son but the rescue of Terry had never been
printed. The Sydney office had kept it as quiet as possible. The
news agencies were not excluded from the new story however and ran
it everywhere. The tale of a woman, who beat her captor to death
and escaped her dungeon, was international news. It did not take
Bradley two seconds to ascertain that his fears had come to
fruition and a very dangerous witness was at large. He was in
Goulburn before the end of the day. The only thing that kept Marcia
alive that night was the constables assigned to her protection.
    Inspector Barlow called the Molong Police
Station personally, and asked that a constable be sent to the
Kingston Farm to inform Ginger and Terry that Marcia had been
located, alive. The news did not reach them until 8:30 at night and
Ginger would not chance driving that far after dark. He promised
Terry that they would visit his mother the following day, Monday.
Terry quite naturally threw a fit and demanded to be taken
immediately. The sun was still up and he wanted to see his mother,
but Ginger was adamant. They would leave first thing in the
morning.
    Terry had another dream that night. This
time he could see the faces of the men in the boat that was chasing
them. They got closer and closer and then started shooting. Terry
dreamed of his mother screaming and the Agamemnon veering sharply
to the right. That was when he went overboard. He was about to hit
the water when he woke up. The sun was peeking over the horizon; as
far as he was concerned it was time to leave.
    It was fortuitous that the pair had not left
the night before. The old farm truck that Ginger drove was 20 years
old and had not seen repairs in some time. The first problem was a
flat tire. It was not much of a problem since there was a spare but
it cost them a little time. The second problem was when the exhaust
fell off at the muffler. This cost them a bit more time but Ginger
repaired it