The pumpkin popped the sweet into his cavern, and regarded him. He chewed vigorously as he spoke. “My name Lieutenant Prik Dum, District 4. What happen?”
Vince tried to prop himself up, but it was too much effort. “I got shot.”
“Who shoot you?”
The pumpkin wiped a calloused hand across his face. “You not see?”
Not a desk jockey, thought Vince. Probably streetwise, and cynical. Crime was rife in Bangkok. However, this pumpkin radiated a more philosophical outlook than most. Vince shook his head. “Not see.” Liar, but this was personal.
The Lieutenant shrugged, as if he was used to it. “Come back. First talk to 7-Eleven girl.”
Vince tried to shrug back, but failed. “Okay you come back, still not see.”
The next time Vince awoke, Nok was back. She was looking at his name tab saying “Rennie”. The chair looked comfortable enough. Maybe he ought to get two chairs in, but then again, there was only enough room for one chair anyway. Sod this bleeding headache, he thought, but he managed to sit up to look at Nok; they had brought an extra pillow in. Nok looked very sexy that day with her long black hair and Chinese eyes. She was wearing a skimpy black top that showed off her perky tits, that he wanted to feel, and red cut off pants that clung to her tight ass, that he also wanted to feel.
She realised he was awake, and turned to talk to him. “Nok change to new Nok. 7-Eleven good heart, manager give money no tell police.”
Vince wasn’t too sure about this zany Thai transformation, but he went along with it. It was Thailand. “You look very pretty, Nok.”
Nok smiled at him. “Thank you, Raynee. Not pretty, many lady pretty more.”
Vince smiled back. “I like you, not other ladies,” he said, wishing they were in his hotel room and not the hospital. “You like me?”
“Like Raynee.” Nok nodded yes, and laughed. “Police ask many question, but I not know, not tell. I scare.”
Vince had his own reasons. “Same same.” He wondered what Nok wanted, so he went along with it.
“You find black man. Man no good?”
Vince clenched his teeth. “Yes, I find man. Maybe take his money, maybe break his legs and dump him in a slum for the dogs to chew over his balls.”
“Okay, I wait you.” And then she went.
Anything can happen in Thailand, thought Vince as he reflected. Women flitting in and out of his life. And now Nok. At thirty five years of age, maybe his life-style was to blame...
…He was brought up in a Scottish orphanage until he was old enough to join the army. Specialising in explosives, he saw active service in Lebanon, Afghanistan and Belfast before resigning with honourable discharge (bedding his Commanding Officer’s wife that was kept quiet) and a meagre gratuity payment. And most recent, he had been travelling throughout Asia as a part-time security consultant. For the last few years he had built up a network of contacts on route, reaching Bangkok via Abu Dhabi two days ago on a 3 month business visa…
Well that about summed up Vince Rennie. The only interesting bit was the CO’s wife who was a great fuck, and the CO who was a little fuck.
Elroy crept down to the hotel lobby. He looked around, but no-one was taking any interest in him. He sidled up to the news stand next to the chiller, and bought that day’s Bangkok Post, together with a few cans of Chang from a tired-looking receptionist. She managed to find a half-hearted smile. He rushed back upstairs to read it. At the bottom of the front page was a small section reporting the robbery.
At 12.30 a.m. yesterday, the Soi 55 Sukhumvit Road 7-Eleven shop was brutally robbed by two unknown assailants. Over 20,000 Baht was stolen and one staff was killed and a customer was taken to hospital with serious injuries. Police are questioning the witnesses. This is the third all night shop robbery in the last few weeks and police think it could be the same bandits.
Shit, 20,000 baht, the staff are the bandits. Both witnesses can nail us, assuming the friggin’ Ice Cream don’t die, he thought. He showed Innocent. Innocent wasn’t much interested in reading, he was watching TV. He turned around to Elroy, saw the beer cans that looked nicely chilled and asked for one.
Elroy felt like finishing him off there and then, but they went back aways. They grew up in a black ghetto, both into hustling for peanuts at the pool tables. As they became older and more street-wise they moved onto bigger things.
The gas-station was the first heist. Replica 45’s, but it worked. The haul raised plenty, and they were finished with stacking cheese for a living. With plenty of $100 bills, they picked up a couple of random chicks from the Thai 69 club in town who wanted money first and black meat second. Innocent was in the best mood of his life, and he let Elroy have first fuck of the prettier younger one on the soft cream leather seats in the back of a hi-jacked SLK.
After a few more profitable gas station heists, this time with real shooters that they were not afraid to use, they felt the heat getting too close. Taking the Thai girls subjective advice, they got next day passports issued from a Miami expeditor service, and took off to Bangkok for replacement guns – and more Thai pussy.
Several days passed. Elroy finally brought Innocent around to his way of thinking. Appealing to Innocent’s better nature with a few more beers – “The only way we get out of here, and get our hands on those Magnums is to eliminate those friggin’ witnesses.”
Innocent shrugged. “I ain’t picky, Dawg. You find the ‘motherfuckers’, I’ll shoot them.”
Elroy ignored him. “We gotta find a friggin’ local, maybe a bro who can speak the lingo. Let’s go and play pool.” His upbringing had been educationally sound. Pool halls attracted hustlers, informers, undesirables, and groupies.
And sometimes killers.