However, when the crime report landed on his desk, he stared at the pictures, one showing the badly mutilated and naked body of Mai Dai as identified by her distressed neighbour, who was also pictured cuddling the victim’s baby. The pathologist’s report indicated that Mai Dai had still been alive whilst extreme atrocities had taken place, including a high level of sexual realignment involving a sharp bladed instrument. The house was ransacked and allegedly, Mai Dai was another victim of ‘urban abuse’.
Prik Dum sighed. This was a horrific crime that needed his full attention. It was an added complication that he could do without at this time, and maybe it was connected to his Chinese project. He decided to go to the temple to pay merit to Buddha, buy a lottery ticket, and wait and see.
“Touch me there, one more time,” sighed Lucy. “Oh don’t stop, it feels so good.”
This woman was insatiable, thought Vince as he gently aroused her yet again. Trouble was; he liked it as much as her. He lay on his back and fondled her pendulous breasts while she rode him slowly and sensually towards the setting sun.
After the marathon session with Lucy, Vince returned to the Landmark. “What’s been happening?” he asked Elroy. “I go away for two days R&R, and now Innocent and Magnam are both AWOL.”
Elroy yawned. “Look man, we’re all round and about someplace. Innocent is pumping iron with a lady. I think she’s got a room or something in the hotel. He checks in from time to time, although that pumping sure tires him out.” He picked up the remote and switched on the TV. “I ain’t actually seen Magnam, maybe he see family or something.”
Vince’s stared at the TV. Road Runner was outwitting Wile E Coyote. “Magnam call you?”
A boulder fell on the Coyote. Stars twinkling over Coyote’s head. The sign said ‘Ouch’. Elroy put his feet up on the sofa. “A couple of nights ago, maybe. He was playing pool. Anyway, I’m not his friggin’ nurse or something.”
The Coyote hadn’t given up. Rocket skates without brakes. Coyote crashed over the cliff edge. Road Runner squawked, ‘Beep Beep’, as looked down at a battered Coyote holding another ‘Ouch’ sign.
Vince turned away. Maybe Prik Dum could shed some light.
Prik Dum could not shed some light. “This is worrying news at such sensitive time,” he told Vince. “Maybe he go see family or something.”
Vince squinted at the sun shining across the walkway outside the Terrace bar. The ‘Bangkok Ray-Ban’ sunglasses hid his bleary eyes, but probably offered no protection from the ultra-violet. He took a deep breath. “If he’s blown his cover, I’m out of this. The Chinese would take the next consignment and make us disappear.”
Prik Dum placated him. “I’ll do a quiet investigation, ask my informers.”
Vince tapped a finger on the table. “That could take time.”
Prik Dum was going to say something, but the waiter appeared with their drinks and carefully positioned them. Prik Dum picked his up. He started to suck a green smoothie up a large rainbow coloured straw, and changed the subject.
“I have good news. We arrested a black man for pushing drugs in Khosan Road.” He put his glass down. Maybe we find a Nigerian controller after all. He’s in our cells. Maybe you would like to talk to him.”
Vince grunted. A lot of ‘Maybe’s’. Bad enough babysitting Elroy and Innocent, let alone another criminal. He took a slug out of a bottle of cold San Miguel. “Maybe. I’ll talk…but if I don’t like it, we go the malaria route.”