Breakthrough

Bubba, my brother. I can't believe it. I was driving home last night when I reckon I saw your captor. I was sitting at the lights in Brunswick Street, when this Blue Mazda 3 pulled up beside me. I thought to myself, I wonder what attractive lady is driving that girls car (thanks for the update Dr. Higgins, I thought it was just me that thinks small cards are gay), when I looked across and it was a guy! There was a telltale smudge of moisturisor on the window and I thought - hang on a second - but by then he had taken off from the lights. I pulled in behind him and smelled the unmistakable odour of the sea - "jellyfish" was my first thought, and sure enough, there was a large crate on the back seat with "Seafood" stamped on the side. Then I noticed a black gimp mask on the parcel shelf! I would have pulled him over but I don't yet have a warrant card since I was readmitted. My role is more an advisory one than active service. So I tailed him for some time before I missed a set of lights and lost him. Unfortunately his number plate was obscured by cum. I am so sorry. I am pretty sure he lives in Brunswick, so we are narrowing our search.