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One evening he was at the hotel with detectives from the Vice Squad after work. He’d been drinking most of the day, so was almost totally inebriated by the end of the night. A gentleman seated beside him was skiting about what he had been doing for mankind. Bundy didn’t know at the time that this person was a State Politician. When Bundy was at this stage of intoxication, he couldn’t have cared less, what the person was doing for mankind.
Next morning Bundy arrived at work, he was promptly told of his transfer to a far western town at the end of the railway line. What have I done to deserve this? He thought.
When he asked his superior about the transfer the reply was, ‘I don’t know what you’ve done. You’ve upset someone up high, because when news came down from the top this morning, I queried the reason for your transfer, and you’ve got to be on Friday night’s train.’
Not long before this night with the politician there was another incident, which Bundy thought might have been the cause for his transfer. One afternoon, it was payday because he had money; most of the detectives Bundy worked with wanted to do a pub-crawl. Starting at one end of the city, beginning at the first pub, everyone in the group had a beer then continued onto the next pub, until they’d visited and had a beer at every hotel.
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In turn the group visited every pub and everyone had a beer. By the end of the pub-crawl left only the seasoned drinkers standing which wasn’t Bundy. He was totally pissed out of his brain. Bundy did the most stupid thing he could ever have done and agreed to drive two detectives to their homes in his car.
It was a time of the day in the city when it was peak hour traffic. Police Officers were directing traffic at busy intersections. At a major intersection of the city was a fellow Police Officer whom Bundy had been sworn in with only a couple of months before. He saw Bundy at the same time Bundy seen him. He put his right hand up to signal for Bundy to stop, which was in the middle of a busy intersection. When he walked over to Bundy’s car he said, ‘Bundy, you’re pissed.’
‘We’ve been celebrating. How’re you going Frank?’ Bundy said in the hope that Frank would disregard Bundy’s appearance.
Traffic began to choke the intersection and said to Bundy, ‘Get the bloody hell out of here. If I didn’t have all of this traffic I’d lock you up. Now get!’ That was a close shave for Bundy, because he knew the law, and shouldn’t have taken any risk in driving his car when he was intoxicated.
He was transferred to a country town not far from where he had worked out west only twelve months before. It’s not all that bad, he thought, at least I should be able to see some of the ringers I worked with.
The journey took two days. It was a new adventure at least now; he could perform his duty as a law enforcement officer. Unfortunately, since his being sworn into the Police Force, he hadn’t performed many duties as a law enforcement officer only those of an undercover agent. He felt very excited about his future knowing he was on a steep learning curve.
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When the train pulled into the railway station, Trevor the law enforcement officer who met him said, ‘How you doing?’ and at the same time handed Bundy a cold stubby bottle of beer. ‘Welcome to the west.’
Bundy couldn’t believe what happened. He was met at the railway station by one of the officers and welcomed with a cold stubby bottle of beer. Unbeknown to Bundy his reputation as an undercover agent had preceded him to his destination. All of his fellow officers knew Bundy had been an undercover agent. Most of the members suspected Bundy was being planted at the station to spy on them. Nothing was further from the truth.
When Trevor and Bundy arrived at the office, the other officers were there to meet and greet and welcome him. The ‘Boss’ whose name was Harry instantly made Bundy ‘feel at home. They were celebrating Christmas together. Bundy felt welcomed when he arrived.
After settling in detective Tim arranged for Bundy to stay at the hotel across the street. There were no vacancies at the barracks until one of the single men was either transferred or moved out and felt comfortable settling into his new accommodation. He’d stayed at a similar hotel the previous Christmas; only it was in a smaller town and a further one hundred kilometres west. His memory of what happened that previous Christmas was still fresh in his mind. It would’ve been better for him to forget it.
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Bundy felt ‘something was going on’ when detective Tim wanted to stay and have a beer with him. It was most unusual for a detective to mix with any junior officer. Bundy agreed to have a beer. After the first beer, detective Tim started asking questions about what he had done in the city.
Bundy answered with candour telling detective Tim about how he visited hotels each day seeking out people who bet on horseracing at the hotels. Detective Tim was astonished by Bundy’s stories. He found them to be quite unbelievable. Bundy was only telling the truth.
After a few more beers Bundy found out that detective Tim wasn’t a real detective; he was only relieving in the position. He was actually a uniform officer from another station further north, relieving in the position as a detective, until another detective was transferred to the Criminal Investigation Branch.
It was time for Bundy to start his first tour of duty. His initial shift commenced at 5pm and finished at 1am the following morning and worked with Trevor on that shift. He was waiting to leave on transfer to another Police Station.
Their first shift was a little uneventful. Trevor was the officer who got on well with folks around town. Bundy mentioned he had previously worked on large cattle and sheep station about fifty kilometres west of the town. On their patrols they visited a hotel in the town, which was noted for fights and disturbances.
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When they walked into the hotel, a voice rang out, ‘if it isn’t Bundy. You went and joined them bastards after all.’ Bundy immediately recognised David’s voice. David was pissed out of his brain. Trevor was about to arrest him when Bundy went up to him and said, ‘I know this fellow. I used to work with him. I’ll take care of him.’
Bundy took hold of David’s arm and walked with him to the police car. He couldn’t allow himself to arrest David and drove him to his home after David told him where he lived.
He quickly learned he wasn’t a taxi driver. He was a law enforcement officer. His duty was to arrest people for breaking the law not to take them home. It took Bundy a little while to come to terms with arresting people that he knew. It was a tough time to change. A lot of the problem was guilt for he had been in a similar position many times himself but was never arrested.
His ‘Boss’ Harry soon explained a few important details about the role of a law enforcement officer and what is to be done if a person broke the law. The message was clear in Bundy’s head, or so he thought. He felt he was doing the right thing in driving his mate’s home rather than locking them up in the cells. Time was to change Bundy’s way of thinking.
How can I now go and drink with these mates of mine if they drink and play up and I need to arrest them?’ He worried and decided to take each day at a time.
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Since arriving in the town he’d reduced his drinking, concentrating on his job. It’d been a couple of months, since he really had a belly full of grog. The last time was when he was on that pub-crawl in the city before his transfer.
Time marched onwards Bundy finally securing a room in the police barracks and left his hotel accommodation. Trevor departed on his transfer. Bundy returned to a normal way of life at long last.
After awhile Bundy started to settle down, recognising that he had a job to do in a small town as a law enforcement officer. It was difficult to change. He needed to focus on his future as a law enforcement officer rather than his past life as a metal trade person. He was finding it difficult in coming to terms with what he had to do to enforce the law, as compared to when he was growing up.
He’d never been in trouble with the law. He was kicked up the pants a couple of times when he was with a group of young people out late at night and not having any fair excuse for being there. It was a change he needed to address immediately.
There wasn’t much to do in the small town. He soon learnt that it was difficult for him to make friends as a law enforcement officer. He wanted to make friends but people were always cautious about what they said and how they made conversation whenever he was around them.
At times, Bundy and another officer visited the local poolroom to play snooker or billiards. After awhile this event became boring. Bundy soon lost interest. Next door to the poolroom was a hotel. This was much more interesting because not only could he have a beer but play darts with the other patrons at the hotel. It was back to the good old lifestyle Bundy liked.
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In the beginning, Bundy only stayed at the hotel for a couple of hours, returning to the barracks to have a sleep before starting his shift for work. Unfortunately, these couple of hours became longer, as Bundy found drinking longer at the hotel, sometimes barely making it to work on time.
On his days off work, he started drinking at the hotel soon after it opened its doors in the morning, drinking alcohol all day until the hotel close of business that evening. At times when he had four days off duty in a row, he’d be at the hotel most of that time. Bundy was returning to his old lifestyle of drinking and working.
He became lost in his direction of life. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to change his ways, it was always back to the hotel where he found his passion for drinking alcohol. His life was about to take a twist, changing his life forever.
It became the luckiest day of his life when Bundy met Ada. Up until this time Bundy hadn’t shown very much interest in the opposite sex. His only interest was drinking alcohol.
Ada worked nearby to the police station. Was it a twist of fate they met? Up until this time Ada had nothing to do with police, only getting her driver’s licence. Her interests were horses and horse sports, which Bundy didn’t have any interest. So what was the chemistry, which pulled these two people together to last thirty-two years?
They both mixed like the formula of water – two parts of hydrogen with one part of oxygen. It was that simple. From their first date, which wasn’t long after they’d first met, they were glued together forever.
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