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Cockatoo Part 15I woke to find Alex already up and talking with Nin. My shoulder wasstill aching, so I swallowed a couple of painkillers with some orangejuice before remembering to ask Alex about Pao. She was improving fast,and would be discharged either today or tomorrow. Alex wanted to stay inBangkok, but I told her to go back to Samui to be with Areeya. In theback of my mind I had the idea that it would be safer there. I also saidto Nin that she should also return to recover for a few days, and thenshe could come back fully rested. Nin was reluctant, but Alex agreedwith me that it would be better if she did. So, after breakfast we allhugged, said our goodbyes, and they headed out to the airport. Shane called a little while later to say he was being stood down andcould meet for lunch somewhere. We agreed I would call him later when Iknew what I would be doing. Kritsada called to tell me that hisassistant would be arriving shortly to help me replace whatever I hadlost in the bombing. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the doorand a smartly dressed Thai girl stood there.‘Sawasdee Kha, Khun James. I am Dao, personal assistant to KhunKritsada. I am here to help you this morning. I have some things for youto replace those lost yesterday in most terrible bombing.’From her bag she produced a brand new iPhone and an iPad, both set upand ready to go. A few minutes later I had synced them with my iclouddata and had shared the new number with Shane, Alex and Areeya. Thiswould do for a starter, but I also wanted to get myself a burner phonein the almost certain knowledge that the iPhone would be bugged bysomeone or other.A limo took us to the MBK centre where Dao gave me a card on which shesaid I should charge everything. MBK is a shopping paradise, and itdidn’t take long for me to replace the male clothes and personal items Ihad lost the day before. Of course, it was impossible for me to replacethe female clothing with Dao around. I regretted the loss of the wigmore than anything, especially as it had been Alex’s originally. Therewould be opportunities to go female shopping in the future, probablywith Nin’s help when she returned. I told Dao I would be meetingsomebody for lunch so she arranged for my shopping to be delivered tothe hotel and handed me a prepaid credit card and some Baht, allcourtesy of Kritsada. She would see me at Kritsada’s office thefollowing day, which brought me back down to earth as I remembered whatI was here to do.I texted Shane to meet me at one of the restaurants in Siam Paragonbefore buying a prepaid phone which would be hard for somebody to hack.My shoulder began to ache again, so I headed for the restaurant to waitfor Shane with a beer and my iPad. Scanning the news reports about thebombings, the consensus amongst the media was that it had been a botchedterrorist attack, although no group had yet claimed responsibility. Thedeath toll was mounting all the time, including the driver of the truckwhich had carried the bomb. There were some photographs taken from theair, and I managed to spot the Mercedes. It lay amongst a number ofother vehicles which looked as if they had been tossed around like toys.I watched as Shane manoeuvred his big frame through the restaurant. Asusual he drew admiring glances from both women and men. He grinned as hesaw me and I wanted to stand up and hug him, but had to make do with ahandshake. ‘How’s the shoulder?’‘Getting better but still sore.’ I ordered a couple of beers and we satdown in a quiet cubicle. ‘How much time do you have before you’re backon duty?’‘No worries, I’m not due back on until midnight, unless something elsehappens in the meantime. How are you feeling? You must have had a roughtime yesterday.’I told him the whole story from the time we had split up at the airportto when Kritsada found Nin and I at the hospital. He listened patiently,and as I finished stretched his hand across the table and touched mine.The feel of his hand sent a thrill through me and I blushed, lookingaway from him.‘I can’t tell you how glad I am you’re alright,’ he said softly. ‘Thank you,’ I looked up into his eyes and almost melted. He pulled hishand back, and I immediately wished he had left it there. ‘Ok, enough ofme, what happened to you?’‘Nothing much really. The Embassy went into emergency mode, called usall back in as a precaution and we spent the time on alert. We got stooddown this morning, but they are still worried there may be more attacks.The intel guys think it’s a failed terror bombing but nobody knows whoor what the target might have been. There was a rumour it was thebeginning of a coup attempt, but that’s been downgraded. I think thelocals had wind of an attack but didn’t know where or when.’‘Kritsada told me he thought it might be aimed at him.’Shane frowned. ‘Why?’‘He says there are Chinese Triads trying to move into Bangkok and theywant to get rid of the competition. He was going to come out to theairport in the car, but he changed his plan at the last moment. That’swhy he thought he might be the target. He’s definitely got the wind up.He has two bodyguards with him all the time now.’Shane thought for a moment. ‘Well, what he said about the Triads is trueenough, but this doesn’t look like a targeted hit. Not that they wouldhave any conscience about any collateral damage, but it doesn’t feelright.’‘That’s what I thought, but he’s worried for sure.’‘Is that why you wanted Alex and Nin to go back to Samui?’‘I have to believe it’s safer over there at the moment. I’ll go back tosee them when I can. I’m also expecting to get a call or a visit fromJandaeng. He’ll want something from me soon.’Shane looked thoughtful for a moment. ‘Do you really think Kritsada isinvolved in politics, as Jandaeng says?’I shrugged, ‘I really don’t know. Kritsada says he isn’t and Areeyadoesn’t believe he is. He’s got fingers in lots of dodgy stuff. Butpolitics? I can’t rule it out.’Shane’s phone buzzed and he grimaced as he saw the number. He listenedfor a few moments before saying, ‘OK, I’ll be there right away.’‘I know, you’ve got to go.’ I said. ‘The Ambassador is throwing a fit, so we’re all being recalled. Sorry.’‘Don’t worry, call me when you can.’ We shook hands and he quickly left.I stayed there for a while, catching up on emails, before heading backto the hotel. Alex called to let me know she and Nin had got back toSamui safely, and I promised to call her later. As I hung up, Dao calledto ask if everything was in order. She told me Kritsada had asked her toinvite me to a Muay Thai bout this evening at the Rajadamnern stadium,one of the biggest Muay Thai places in Bangkok. A fighter of his was inaction tonight, and he thought it would be interesting for me. I hadnothing better to do, so I agreed, and Dao said Kritsada would send burdur escort acar and meet me at the stadium. Muay Thai is deeply ingrained in Thai culture. Fighters are highlytrained, superbly conditioned and are considered national heroes by manyThais. Like western boxing it’s a way for poorer people to improve theircondition, but careers are generally short as many boxers will fightevery week and the training regimes are brutal. To the uninitiated,fights are a bewildering flurry of kicks and punches with fists, feetand elbows. In the bear pit atmosphere of a Muay Thai hall, it’s anexhilarating spectacle, and I was looking forward to it. It would be away to take my mind off everything else. The car dropped me off at the stadium where Kritsada met me and took meinside. As a former Muay Thai fighter, gym owner, and his own string offighters, Kritsada had special privileges which included the bestringside seats. He seemed to be back to his swaggering best tonight. Hewas in his element; these were his people and he felt safe among them.People came up and would perform a deep wai to him, a sign of his statusin this place. This was his stage and he put on a theatrical show ofdefiance. Whatever was threatening him outside, in here he was importantand he wanted anyone watching him to know it. He waved to the crowd andout of the corner of his mouth he said, ‘I feel good tonight, James. Wewill have some fun now and later.‘ Kritsada’s fighter was in the third bout of the evening and we enjoyedtwo good fights before his. Gambling in Thailand is i*****l except atMuay Thai fights and there were some big gamblers in tonight, or soKritsada told me. The crowd were noisy and enthusiastically getting intoeach fight. The noise when the second bout ended in a knockoutthreatened to take the roof off. Kritsada grew quiet as his fighterentered the ring wearing the headband, or Mongkhon, of Kritsada’s gym.Both fighters looked in great condition as they prayed at each cornerpost followed by the ram muay, the ritual that each Muay Thai boxerperforms before the bout. With a great shout from the crowd the fightbegan.Each fight has five rounds and for the first couple the fightersgenerally suss each other out and try to dominate their opponent. Theaction heats up in the next rounds as they begin to fight moreaggressively. Kritsada’s fighter seemed to be outclassed in the earlyrounds and I thought he wouldn’t last very long. Kritsada whispered tome, ‘Lots of bets going on opponent.’ He nodded to where the gamblerswere frantically signalling their bets. Kritsada seemed unperturbed byhis fighter’s apparent problems. Halfway through the fourth roundKritsada’s fighter was caught by his opponent in a clinch and seemed tobe in trouble. In a flash he slipped out of the clinch and exploded intoaction with a whirlwind of kicks and punches. The other fighter wasdriven back against the ropes, desperately trying to defend, but with aspinning backfist strike Kritsada’s fighter dropped his opponent to thefloor, where he stayed as the referee counted him out. The crowd wereroaring and Kritsada was beaming all over his face. ‘That was clever.’ I said to him, ‘Holding back to make him look out ofit and then going straight for the knockout.’Kritsada laughed and looked around, ‘There may be some gamblers whodisagree with you, but it made an exciting fight, don’t you think?’‘Did you have any bets tonight?’ I asked.He smiled, ‘No, that would not be right. But let me say I may have somefriends who have wagered a few Baht tonight. They will be happy with me.Anyway, let’s go. We need to talk where we cannot be overheard.’ Hestood up and took the congratulations from many of the people at theringside before heading out of the stadium. Just as we left, I turned tolook back and saw the unmistakable figure of Inspector Jandaeng lookingstraight at me through those sunglasses he seemed to wear at all times.I froze as he slowly nodded his head at me before melting back into thecrowd. Undoubtedly a signal that he had not forgotten me. Shaken, I hurried after Kritsada out into the Bangkok night. A carpulled up just as we reached the kerb and one of the bodyguards slippedout to open the rear door for us. We pulled out into the traffic asKritsada turned to me and said, ‘Did you see Jandaeng there? He looks soobvious in those stupid sunglasses.’ I nodded, ‘So, did you set it up for him to see me and you together?’Kritsada waggled his hand, ‘I thought he would be there tonight. It doesno harm, how do you say, to let the dog see the rabbit.’ I wasn’t that happy about being compared to a rabbit, but decided tokeep quiet. As we pulled up the bodyguard jumped out, took a look aroundand then opened the door for Kritsada. My mouth dropped open as Iclimbed out and saw where we were. It was the Cockatoo bar. Kritsadaturned to me and said with a straight face, ‘I think you know thisplace?’ I blushed as I remembered this was where I had met Pao in whatnow seemed a lifetime ago. The first time I was here I was pushedthrough the door by an old friend, and had run out in a panic. How ourlives change.Kritsada ushered me inside and we were led to what I guessed was a VIProom at the back of the bar. ‘We can talk here, we won’t be overheard.’ The mamasan brought a bottleof Kritsada’s preferred whisky and two glasses. He poured us both agenerous measure and we touched glasses. ‘Let’s talk first and then wecan have some company.’ He took a big swig from the glass and lookedserious. ‘Are you still OK to go ahead with our plan, James?’‘I don’t have any choice. Jandaeng has me over a barrel, and I need togive him something. I believe he will do as he has threatened if Idon’t.’‘OK, James, here’s what we will do. Tomorrow you begin your project aswe agreed. Someone in my organisation is betraying me to my competitionand I want you to find out what you can. I will ask Dao to be your localcontact and to introduce you to my people in the business. I trust hercompletely. However, even she does not know the true reason for yourpresence here. Where is Nin, by the way?’‘I sent her back to Samui for a few days so she can recover fully. Shewill be back in a few days.’‘You can stay in the suite for a while, but I will need to relocate yousomewhere else. As for Jandaeng, I suspect he will be in touch verysoon. You need something to give him as a taster, something to keep himthinking he is in charge. I will be hosting an evening next week withsome contacts in the diplomatic community here. I do this from time totime. Tell Jandaeng that you have been invited as my guest. It is aharmless evening but I think it will spark his interest. It should keephim off your back for a while.’‘OK, that seems straightforward enough. I will just have çanakkale escort to wait untilhe contacts me.’‘Excellent, James. Now let’s have some entertainment.’Before I could say anything, Kritsada pressed a button on the wall andthe door opened. Two girls slid through the door and Kritsada said,‘This is Waan and Malee.’ There were two floor to ceiling poles in theroom and they each took one as music began to play in the background.They were wearing identical bikinis, one in white and the other in blackas well as heels in the same colour. Circling the poles, they held onwith one hand, their long black hair flowing as they began to move morequickly. In unison they launched themselves onto the poles, each mirroring themoves of the other. I had watched pole dancing before, but these twowere better than anything I had ever seen. As supple and flexible asgymnasts they swooped and swirled around the poles. Their moves wereperfectly synchronised as they whirled around the poles. Sometimes Icould not tell how they managed to hang upside down or hold themselveshorizontal with such little contact with the pole. Kritsada tipped up our glasses as the two girls performed incrediblemoves with such apparent ease. Malee gracefully slid down the pole tothe ground allowing Waan to do a sole routine for a while, before shegave way to Malee for her solo. The routine got more and more erotic andmy cock began to stir as I watched her almost make love to the pole,wrapping her legs around and arching her back. I was so fixed on herthat I jumped when I felt a hand brush my neck. ‘I am Waan.’ I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I had not noticed thatshe had left her pole and had moved behind me. I looked across atKritsada and he smiled, ‘James, please enjoy yourself. This is my giftto you tonight. Waan will do whatever you ask.’ Waan slid around infront of me, straddled me as she pulled down her bikini top, and put herhands behind my head pulling my mouth onto her nipple. I am not made ofstone. The pole dancing had already aroused me, so when Waan began togrind her backside into my groin, my cock decided that it wanted somefun too. There was a voice in my head that was saying this is wrong, think aboutwhat you’re doing. The other voice in my groin was telling me that thiswas fine; in fact, it was more than fine, it was great. Waan moved mymouth onto the other nipple and as my tongue flicked against the smallhard nub, I looked over to see Kritsada had vanished and Malee wasnowhere to be seen. Waan stood up and hooked her thumbs into the bikinipants. She started to pull them down and then paused, teasingly pullingthem back up and turning her back to me. She pushed her bum into my faceand instinctively my fingers stroked up her legs and across her sweetbackside inches from my face. She giggled and I edged her pants down sothat her crack was right in my face. I couldn’t help it as my tonguegave her lovely little brown bottom a lick. She giggled and pushed backalmost trapping me between her cheeks. I gave her a little slap and shesquealed, moving forward and turning round to face me again. ‘Mister, you like cock or pussy?’ she said. ‘If you no like cock I canfetch pussy.’The voice in my head told me to stop, get out before anything elsehappens. The voice from my groin insisted I should stay; things werejust getting warmed up. Taking my silence as an answer Waan pushed herbikini pants down to reveal a tiny cock and set of balls.‘You like my cock?’I nodded, unable to speak. It really was a beautiful little cock, pokingstraight out from her groin. ‘You wanna suck my cock?’The only voice I could now hear was the one from my groin telling me toget on with it. I reached out and touched her cock and she giggled as myfingers stroked the head. Waan moved forwards so that the tip was levelwith my mouth. Moving her hips forwards she touched the tip against mylips, which parted letting her slide the tiny cock inside. It felt likeI was sucking a thumb, but Waan kept moving it in and out gently atfirst and then with more force. I looked up and locked eyes with heruntil she moaned softly and closed her eyes. ‘I cum now.’ she said and I felt her stiffen and a pulse of cum eruptedfrom the tip straight onto my tongue. It was over in a flash and Iguessed she was on hormones. Waan slid her cock from my mouth anddropped to her knees, her hands unzipping me in a practised motion. ‘I suck your cock now.’ she announced, as her hands slid into mytrousers releasing my now erect cock. ‘Mmm. nice dick.’ She drew me into her mouth and began to swirl hertongue around my head. The combination of the pole dancing and suckingher cock had already taken me to the edge, and within a few seconds hermouth and hands brought me to a crashing climax. She kept her liposlocked around me and I swear not a drop of my cum was spilled. ‘You taste nice, mister. You want fuck now?’My head was spinning now and I decided enough was enough. ‘Waan, thank you, but I have to go now. You are lovely, and you tastenice too.’She grinned, ‘Thank you. I hope we can fuck sometime.’I zipped up my trousers and she kissed me before pulling on her pantsand retying her top. She blew me one last kiss before skipping out ofthe door. The mamasan entered a few seconds later.‘Khun Kritsada say sorry, he called away. He will see you tomorrowmorning at office. Was Waan good?’‘She was very good,’ I said. I dug in my trouser pocket and pulled outsome Baht. ‘Will you please give her this?’ She nodded. ‘Will you tell Khun Kritsada you happy?’ She seemed anxiousthat I would not be happy and Kritsada would blame her.‘Yes, I will tell him I am very happy.’ ‘There is private way out. Tuk-tuk is waiting. You do not need pay him.’She unlocked a door at the back of the VIP room, some of the guests herewould probably prefer discretion. As she said there was a tuk-tukwaiting outside and I climbed inside, relieved to be on my way back tothe hotel and some sleep.As I stepped out of the tuk-tuk outside the hotel, three men emergedfrom a minivan and headed straight for me. One of them slid his jacketback to show a gun holstered in his waistband, and I wasn’t going toargue with that. One of them pulled my arms behind me and I yelled withpain from my shoulder as he clamped handcuffs around my wrists. ‘What are you doing, for fucks sake?’ I shouted.The leader stuck his face close to mine. ‘You shut up, you terrorist, orI shoot you now.’‘I’m not a ter…’ Before I could finish the word he hit me in thestomach, and I dropped to the floor, completely winded. The other twopulled me up and dragged me into the minivan. My shoulder felt like itwas being ripped off as they shoved me into the back of the van. One ofthem pulled a hood over my eyes, and for a moment çankırı escort I thought that thiswas it, I was going to be shot. The van moved off, and we drove for awhile, the driver hooting and even shouting at traffic to get out of theway. Between the pain in my shoulder and the fear induced by the hood, Ihad no idea how long we had been driving. The van stopped, and I heard the doors opening before being shovedoutside. I stumbled and someone caught me by the arm, sending painshooting through my shoulder. I was pushed and pulled, tripping up astep before being pushed heavily down onto a chair. My shoulder wasaching, and I desperately wanted to use the toilet. ‘Hey, where am I?’ I tried to speak, but the hood got caught in mymouth, and the handcuffs were now biting into my wrists. There was noresponse and I could hear nothing. I didn’t even know if there wasanyone in the room with me. How long I was left on my own I don’t know,but at some point a door opened and someone came into the room. Theywalked behind me and the hood was whipped off my head. Light floodedinto my eyes making me screw them tight. Squinting I could see I was satat a table opposite a fat Thai with a monk’s shaven head. He had a filein front of him which he was reading. He didn’t look up until he hadfinished the file. ‘What were you doing in Bangkok?’ For a fat man his voice wassurprisingly high pitched.‘I’m here on business. Why am I here? I’ve done nothing.’He ignored my outburst. ‘Who is your business with?’‘A businessman called Kritsada. Look, can I talk to the British Embassy?I’m British.’‘You have no identity papers, how do I know who you are?’‘My passport was in my bag which was in our car. It caught fire on theroad when the bomb went off.’The next question knocked me sideways. ‘What are you doing forJandaeng?’I stared at him. ‘What?’‘What are you doing for Jandaeng?’My mind was reeling. If he’s asking me about him, then surely he can’tbe part of Jandaeng’s operation.‘Who’s Jandaeng?’ Not my brightest reply, but I didn’t know what thehell was going on here.His expression didn’t change. ‘You are not deaf, and you clearlyunderstand English. I suggest you answer my questions or there will bepainful consequences for you.’ He opened the file and pushed somephotographs across the table to me. They were clearly taken the firsttime I met Jandaeng. ‘I ask again, what are you doing for Jandaeng?’‘OK, OK, he wants me to spy on Kritsada for him.’ The man nodded, ‘That’s better, now why are you doing this?’‘Because he has threatened me and my friends will be arrested anddeported if I don’t help him.’‘What does he want you to find out about Kritsada?’‘Look, who are you? Why are you asking me these questions? I’m not goingto answer anything else until you tell me what is going on.’The man leant back in his chair. ‘You are in no position to make anydemands. Nobody knows you are here. People disappear sometimes from thisplace.’The pain in my shoulder and anger at being treated like this fired meup. ‘I am fed up with people threatening me. I don’t care any more. Now,either tell me what is going on, or do whatever you want, I’m not sayinganything else.’ He looked at me for a while, then seemed to make a decision. ‘I work forthe organised crime unit of the police force. We have become aware thatInspector Jandaeng is involving himself in matters which are not part ofhis police role. We have had him under observation for some time and weknow about his interest in Kritsada. We suspect Jandaeng is linked toTriads who are trying to move into Bangkok and he wants to take overKritsada’s businesses. We saw you when you met Jandaeng and we believedyou were working for him, but we didn’t know why. But you say he hasrecruited you to be his vole.’‘Vole?’ I said, ‘ Oh, mole.’‘Ah, mole, that is right.’‘Why didn’t you fucking ask me nicely, then? I might have told youwithout you k**napping me, putting a hood over my head and scaring me todeath. My shoulder feels like it’s dislocated again. What is up with youpeople? And Jandaeng hasn’t recruited me, he’s blackmailing me.’ I ranout of steam and slumped back in the chair.‘I ask again, what does Jandaeng want to know?’I was so angry it took me a few seconds to process what the guy hadsaid. ‘Wait, what did you say? About Jandaeng and triads.’He looked at me as a teacher might a particularly dense c***d. ‘Webelieve Jandaeng to be working with the triads.’‘You mean he’s not interested in politics?’His patience was running thin. ‘Please listen to me, I will not say itagain. Jandaeng is not interested in politics. Now, for the last time.What does Jandaeng want to know?’I shook my head in confusion, ‘Jandaeng told me Kritsada was gettinghimself involved in politics and he wanted information about that.’He smiled for the first time. ‘It might be that Inspector Jandaeng isnot telling you the truth. He may have wanted to conceal his trueintention.’‘As might you. I don’t have a clue who you are, and if you’re tellingthe truth or not.’‘True, but do you have any choice? I brought you in as a suspectedterrorist, remember? Under our current laws l can do with you whatever Ibelieve is necessary. Including locking you up where nobody will findyou for a very long time.’I was getting seriously mad with this guy, Jandaeng, and the entire Thaipolice for that matter. Not for the first time I bitterly regretted mycasual agreement to do some ‘consultancy’ for Kritsada. I sighed, ‘What do you want?’‘It is very simple. I want to know what Jandaeng asks you and whatKritsada tells you to tell him. I have no doubt you and Kritsada havehatched a little plan to feed Jandaeng information. I am notparticularly interested In Kritsada, just Jandaeng. However, I wouldadvise you not to tell Kritsada what you are doing for me. I do not wanthim to try anything on his own against Jandaeng.’‘What do I get out of all this? I might just decide to pack up anddisappear.’He paused for a moment before counting off on his fingers. ‘One, youhave no papers, so you cannot leave Thailand. Two, there is nowhere herefor you to hide, I will find you. Three, you have ties here that you donot want to risk. Four, if you help me to catch Jandaeng you will befree to continue your life here. Five, if you decide not to co-operate?Well, you can imagine what that might mean. You have five minutes todecide. I will be back then for your answer.’ He pushed back his chairand left, taking his files with him but leaving the photos on the deskas a reminder.My head slumped forward and I closed my eyes. I heaped a million curseson Kritsada but that wasn’t going to help me anytime soon. I was nowinvolved in a dangerous triple cross, but I knew I didn’t have anychoice but to go along with this guy. I realised I didn’t even know hisname. At least, if he managed to arrest Jandaeng, I would be out of itall. I loathed Jandaeng and to see him in handcuffs or worse would besweet. It would be complicated and risky, but if it worked it would beworth it.The door opened and he walked back in and sat down opposite me oncemore.‘Well, what is your decision?’

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