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Bangkok Haunts

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  • ISBN-13: 9780307263186
  • ISBN: 0307263185
  • Publication Date: 2007
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group

AUTHOR

Burdett, John

SUMMARY

Chapter One Few crimes make us fear for the evolution of our species. I am watching one right now. In a darkened room in the District 8 Police Station with my good friend FBI agent Kimberley Jones, a forty-two-inch Toshiba LCD monitor hangs high up on a wall, out of the reach of villains. The video I'm sharing with the FBI uses two industrial-quality cameras that between them seamlessly provide all the tricks of zoom, angle, pan, et cetera, and I am told that at least two technicians must have been involved in its production. The color is excellent, thanks to however many millions of pixels that contribute to their subtle shading; we are looking at a product of high civilization unknown to our forefathers. At the end of the movie, though, tough-guy Kimberley bursts into tears, as I'd rather hoped she would. I did. She turns her head to stare at me wild-eyed. "Tell me it isn't real." "We have the body," I say. "Oh, god," Kimberley says. "Oh, sweet Jesus, I've seen things bloodier, but never anything this demonic. I thought I'd seen everything." She stands up. "I need air." I think,In Bangkok? But I lead her through a couple of corridors, then out into the public area, where brown men and women not much more than half her size wait to tell a cop of their homely grievances. It's not exactly a festive atmosphere, but it's human. An American extrovert, Kimberley doesn't mind dabbing her red eyes with a tissue in front of an audience, who naturally assume I've just busted this female farang on some minor drug chargecannabis, perhaps. Like my own, her eyes naturally seek out any attractive young women sitting in the plastic seats. There are three, all of them prostitutes. (No respectable Thai woman dresses like that.) They resent the attention and glare back. I think Kimberley would like to hug them in gratitude that they're still alive. I take her out into the street: not quite what the wordsfresh airnormally invoke, but she fills her lungs anyway. "My god, Sonchai. The world. What monsters are we creating?" We have achieved that rare thing, Kimberley and I: a sexless but intimate rapport between a man and a woman of the same age who are mutually attracted to each other but, for reasons beyond analysis, have decided to do nothing about it. Even so, I was surprised when she simply got on a plane in response to a frantic telephone call from me. I had no idea she was specializing in snuff movies these days; nor did I realize they were flavor of the month in international law enforcement. Anyway, it's great to have a top-notch pro familiar with the latest technology on my side. She's not intuitive, as I am, but owns a mind like a steel trap. So do I treat her like a woman or a man? Are there any rules about that where she comes from? I give her a comradely embrace and squeeze her hand, which seems to cover most points. "It's great to have you here, Kimberley," I say. "Thanks again for coming." She smiles with that innocence that can follow an emotional catastrophe. "Sorry to be a girl." "I was a girl too, the first time I saw it." She nods, unsurprised. "Where did you get it, in a raid?" I shake my head. "No, it was sent to me anonymously, to my home." She gives me a knowing look: a personal angle here. "And the body, where was it found? At the crime scene?" "No. It had been returned to her apartment, laid neatly on the bed. Forensics says she must have been killed somewhere else." Now the American HBurdett, John is the author of 'Bangkok Haunts ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780307263186 and ISBN 0307263185.

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