How is that possible, Doctor Clark? I have never come across anythinglike this before. Donal, confused, sat back in his chair, and looked out of his glass-partitioned office at Detectives at their workstations, as Doctor Clarksaid. With you having one of the best forensic facilities in the world,I was hoping you could help solve this mystery. Yes, we should be able to help. Please sendthe information you have, and I will find out who he was. Send thebody and anything that you think relevant here, and I will let myforensics team know.
I will send you the blood and DNAsamples I took, along with photograph, and fingerprints to identify him. I do not have the facilities here to sequence the DNA, nor do anythingother than test the blood for routine lab analysis. If not, I will use good old fashioned detective work,either way, I will find out who he was and inform his next of kin.
If yousend me a scan of the fingerprint and photographs, I will get on withthat straight away. After the UK Ambassador organised a priority flight for the body to berepatriated, Doctor Clark gathered up his samples and other. He left the Embassy, got into a small Toyota ambulance,and headed through the hustle and bustle streets of the Cambodiancapital. It was a hot sunny day in Phnom Penh. With most Cambodians Buddhists, no post mortems were carried out onthem when they died, so there were limited facilities in Cambodia. Royal Rattanak Hospital catered for foreign patients and one of only ahandful of hospitals that had a morgue.
A corpse lay on a metal table covered with a sheet. One of theCambodian medics, who had driven Doctor Clark to the hospital,handed him a black bag. The medics placed the body inside. He slipped the package containing his samples and other informationinto a plastic pouch on the front and taped a large sign to the bag thathad written on it: For the attention of: Detective Inspector Donal Crinigan. Head of Special Projects Investigation unit. Detective Inspector Crinigan looked at his notes and studied theinformation now on his computer.
He furrowedhis brow as he then saw the images of Ta-Prohm temple. He poured himself a coffee from a percolator, put in a splash ofwhiskey from a bottle in a drawer, and gazed out of his large archedoffice window overlooking St James's Park on a sunny June day. Whilehe watched the Pelicans, other waterfowl, and pigeons, waddling abouton mown grassland near an emerald green lakes edge, his computerbeeped. He then went on to join theMetropolitan police and moved to London, where he became ahomicide detective.
Due to his fastidious nature and thorough detectivework, he rapidly moved up the ranks. Now after 18 years with the Met,at years-old, he was disillusioned with the police force. He had twogrown up sons who were both in the police and an ex-wife. He still hadstrong feelings for her, even though she had remarried. His Irish accentwas all but gone; unless he got angry, then a string of Irish obscenitiescould be heard echoing around the corridors of New Scotland Yard.
With combed-back grey hair, craggy looks, and stocky build, the six-foot Irishman looked more like an old bare-knuckle fighter than acopper. Donal felt irate with his job, because the only thing his Special ProjectsInvestigation Unit investigated nowadays were dead yardies and drugdealers. Donal knew that months of investigation would be wastedwhen a slick city lawyer had the accused murderer set free on atechnicality.
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Donal wanted to take a redundancy payment if offered and dosomething different. At last, I can do my job and solve aproper mystery. Dao, lying on the bed with Stu straddling her, smiled and gave him aslap around his ear. Stu smirked and raised his eyebrows up and down. Moving back tocrouch between her legs, his face went toward a familiar black trianglewith his tongue out, ready to please her. Dao groaned with pleasure asStu caressed her moist pink chalice with his tongue, and he tasted hernectar. It was the first day back of his third visit to the country where he nowcalled home.
His heart pounded as he pleased the love of his life, thewoman with who he intended to stay with for the rest of his life. They had spent a fortnight there in March, but it did not seemas magical or adventurous as their first time. They had almost missedtheir cheap Biman airway flight from Gatwick, with having to get Nickmedical attention at the airport.
They soon learned why flights with this airline had been cheap. The onescheduled stop in Frankfurt turned out to be many, as the plane flew to. The last straw was the non-service of alcohol, andthey felt stiff and angry when they landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport. After the hour flight, they vowed never to fly with that airline again. They cancelled their return flight and booked with Emirates for theirjourney home. They again returned to the UK depressed and after a few hours ofarriving home, booked another flight. They had phoned the girls daily,but that only depressed them more as the time dragged.
Both Stu andSpock had mellowed since going to Thailand. He nowshared his bars of chocolate with the bemused animal on occasions,which previously she had to steal off his table. The tatty box had become a useful home for the junk that Stu had givenhis mum over the years.
Although unbeknownst to them both, amongstthe tat, was now the carved flawless ruby Pon had given him. Stu spoke to his sister, who,when she realised who it was, sounded nervous and agitated after Stusaid. I heard wood breaking, a thud, and thensomeone groaned in the background, before she gasped and hung up. Deciding to go there, Nick booked a flightto Phnom Penh, the capital city. Stu showed Spock an advert in a tour guide. Spock looked at the advert. With the lads wearing light summer slacks and short sleeve shirts, theyleft the hotel, got on a Baht Bus and travelled around the one-waysystem, until getting off at the start of Walking Street.
Walking Street is a large pedestrian thoroughfare closed off to traffic,with large bars, discos, go-go bars, and shops, lining both sides,boasting the highest concentration of entertainment establishments inPattaya. Holding hands with the girls and smirking like love struck teenagers,Spock and Stu had only walked a short distance when Spock noticed alarge complex with small bars around a raised boxing ring, so peoplecould see it from the outside. The others looked puzzled as Spock came out several minutes laterwearing a bush hat, which looked like something that soldiers wore forjungle warfare.
The others looked bemused, as Spock, with a beamingsmile, said. Spock looked at the three giggling and, sounding undaunted said. They went into Tranquillity, a small plush restaurant near the top ofWalking Street, and sat at a table.
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Spock removed his hat as a waitercame over. The girls, as usual, ordered fried rice. However, when theirmeals came and the girls tasted the delicious steak, Dao ordered a platefor her and Moo to share. The lads agreed that it was the best steak theyhad ever tasted; plump, juicy, and served just how they liked it, onemedium, one well done, which melted in their mouths, as the Rockfordcheese in the centre exploding with a tangy sensation, which left themenjoying every fork full. Now fed, watered, and feeling happy, they wandered back downWalking Street and went into the boxing bar complex.
They sat at a small bar in front of the ring and ordered three beers and awine cooler for Dao. With the bars in the complex packed with customers and girls, theatmosphere felt electric. With only small fans at the bars, the heat inside the complex wasintense. Twenty minutes later, as the boxing appeared to be taking a break asonly one small fighter went into the ring, Stu said. He and Spock cringed. Moo, smirked and raised her hand. Spock took off his daft hat, handed it to Moo, and went to the ring toroaring cheers, mainly from Stu, Dao, and Moo.
He went to the centreof the ring and looked down at a small Thai boxer. Weonly let it go on for a minute and then he will fall on the ground as ifyou knocked him out. The crowd love it. They gave Spock the largest boxing gloves they had, but they were stilltoo small for his large clubbing maulers. He squeezed his hands intothem and the bell sounded to start the fight. Toothpick man became a small whirling dervish. Spock,shaken by this flurry, tried a wild swing that the fighter easily avoided. Spock gasped and felt a rumble in the jungle.
Stu looked on and cringed as Spock swung wildly again, but the Thaismirked and moved behind him. Toothpicks hair rustled as got a face-. He coughed, spluttered, and waved his armsaround desperately trying to expel the foul odour. Spock swung around and brought his fist down like a hammer on thehead of the Thai.
The stunned boxer looked up at Spock, groaned, andfell face first onto the canvas. The ring announcer herded out Spock, who now stomped around thering in a victory march. Spock handed back his gloves, returned to hisbarstool smiling, recovered his hat from Moo, drank his beer, andwatched the trainer helping his dazed fighter out of the ring. Spock leant over to Stu and said. Unable to understand the trainer, but thinking he was congratulatinghim on putting on a good show, Spock smiled, nodded, and put histhumb up. Stu, amused by all this, turned to his old friend. Dao and Moo, also getting a nostril full, got off their seats.
The girls tutted andmoved to the other side of the bar. Still amused, Stu smiled and said. After popping into a few air-conditioned bars en-route and replenishingtheir beer, whisky, and the girls Listerine mouthwash supplies from amini-mart, they returned to the hotel around 1: After arranging to meet up for breakfast when they woke up arounddinnertime, and planning where to laze and to do bugger all as usual thefollowing day, they went to their rooms. Early the next morning, Dao shook Stu. Stu, taken aback, looked wide-eyed at his visitor, and then smiled. What brings you here?
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Hestared again at the clock, which he had been doing now for the past fewhours. His gaze then fell upon a framed photograph hanging on thewall. The grey-haired old Professor sighedand then looked around his office at other photographs on the wall. Hesmiled at a photograph of him taken when he was many years younger,stood with a pretty, olive skinned, Asian woman, with almond shapedbrown sparkling eyes, and a young boy of similar complexion, whichbrought back happy memories.
Norman smiled at his family photographs as his eyes flitted to otherphotos in the room that showed him, his wife, and son at differenttimes. The last photograph he looked at showed his son, now a youngman, wearing an academic robe and holding a diploma in computerscience. He smiled and felt proud looking at the photo and then withtears welling up in his eyes, looked again at photographs of the Asianwoman, his dead wife.
Norman, saw Boran, removed his headphones, and, sounding anxious,he asked. The two old Professors walked the brightly lit corridor and along anadjoining corridor in silence. They stopped at a large window outside ascreened room. Norman stared into the room, where a man lay on a bed in a foetalposition with his back turned away from the window.
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Inside the room,bitmap machines, infusers, ventilators, scanners, and other machinesbeeped, with lights flashing intermittently. Several orderlies in the room cleared away stained sheets, along withwhat appeared to be a large rubber electric blanket, coated with fineneedles. Strands of fibre optic cables led to some of the machines. Atthe side of the bed, a woman spoke to the unresponsive figure. The Cambodian woman, who was speaking to thefigure in ancient Indian-Pali language, fell silent when the Professorsentered.
Norman looked at Boran. A look of horror came over the face of theusually composed Professor Rumble and he gasped. The man opened his mouth as if he understood what the Professor hadsaid.
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He tried to speak, but only a croak came out. He looked terrified ashe gazed at Norman, before falling asleep. Bewildered and confused the two Professors stared at the figure. Maybe he has the answers. Check the equipment to see if there were any clues asto what happened… I need to go to my office, so if you will excuseme. Norman headed back down the corridor and went into his office. Hewent over to his desk, removed a key chain from around his neck,unlocked a drawer, removed a small shiny object, and inspected it.
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