The chair by his bed had many visitors. Most welcome was Nok, who came to see him most days. Sometimes, when she dressed really sexy, she would close the door, open his gown and run her fingers lightly up and down around his dressings close to his groin and look into his eyes.
“You can see I like.”
This caused Nok to laugh a lot and gently smack his arm. “Must marry.” Very traditional.
Not so welcome were, in no particular order:
Rev Harold H Hargreaves, Church of Scientology, Bangkok branch
Man with birds in cages
Man with latest DVDs, including XXX movies
Casper R Maitland, Church of Jesus Christ, 3 Apostles, Bangkok
Blind woman with one leg selling lottery tickets
Red Cross charity fund-raiser
“Frying tonight” Buddhist temple cremation service
HIV/AIDS lady-boy counsellor
Lieutenant Prik Dum
Four weeks after the shooting, the Chinese man looking like a young Jackie Chan dressed in a sharp white suit, and open necked shirt with a gold chain on show came into the room at 10 a.m. on the dot, looked at his Rolex Challenger and sat uninvited in his chair. Vince, not being able to do much about it, said, “Make yourself at home, while you’re at it. Sorry I can’t offer you a drink, anyway a bit early for Snake Bite.”
The Chinese man blinked at Vince, then put a small brown paper parcel sealed with sellotape on the bed and said, “This, yours.”
Vince looked suspiciously at the parcel and then back at the Chinese guy. “Who the hell are you? What do you want?”
“I Jackie,” showing white teeth. “Want nothing. Go now.”
Vince showed Nok the passports and the hotel address. They looked real enough, noticing that they had entered Thailand on a 60 day tourist visa, which was due to expire in four weeks, and Nok, now having become engaged at least in her mind, told Vince she would check out the Golden Palace hotel, but she was fast running out of money.
Vince, not so sure this was the best idea, but pleased that her nightly hand activities (and his, with her consent once the door was locked) had progressed somewhat, did not want to discourage her. He took his wallet out of the bedside locker and extracted a credit card.
“Use Bank of Bangkok ATM, PIN 1809. Give me the receipt.”
“Thank you Raynee,” wai-ing both hands together and then placed one hand inside his gown. She smiled. “Junior wake up.”
Lai reported back to Dong Sui See. “Master, it is done. Farang has passport.”
Dong Sui See permitted a smile. He had other cards to play, but Lai was not to know that. “You have done well Lai Chan Chen. I will give instructions that you are now No 1 manager of our Bangkok district 4 laundry operation. The 7-Eleven 20,000 baht reported loss is not correct. I am concerned that there is another money leak. You will rectify that.”