Bad cops

As you probably remember, when I was in Melbourne the fun-stoppers thought my suitcase was a bomb and took it back to the cop shop to defuse it.
Well, today I got my photos back and it turns out the fun-stoppers took a few photos. So here they are:

The guy in the middle photo is reading my address list from Thuruna Easter Camp.
Jess reckons photos might have taken by a policeman who is really a terrorist and thinks I am too and is trying to send me a coded message.