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abandon plans for a millennium celebration.
Their haste to get away was being driven by Midge.
"Hu Sin was on the phone. You saw. Yang Lai's mob won't waste time.
People who get in their way don't live long."
At the airport they hid in a crowd of European tourists, then got lucky at
the check-in. An extra flight had been put on for the busy Bangkok run
and within minutes they were boarding an Airbus.
They spoke little on the flight, but by the time they landed in the Thai
capital an hour later both had recovered their composure.
"It was that twat of a narcotics agent at the marina cafВ," Midge muttered,
as they walked through the terminal to the baggage collection. "Might as
well have had a label on his head."
With their luggage on a trolley they queued at an agency desk to find a
hotel.
"Two rooms," Midge stressed, to the surprise of the girl behind the
counter.
They took a taxi to the centre, checked in to an anonymous tourist
monolith and began the painful process of reporting back to their
respective headquarters, agreeing to meet up later.
Sam was startled by his controller's lack of concern. The man was a dry
Ulsterman called Duncan Waddell.
"It was an Oz operation, Sam. From what you've just told me, no mud
will stick to the firm."
"That's hardly the point, Duncan. Jimmy Squires . . ."
"They'll catch him eventually," Waddell interjected. "And when they do,
our concerns about the man will be history. Essentially he's their problem,
not ours."
Clean hands. All that mattered to a. bureaucrat.
"Anyone who threatens to kill me is my problem," Sam snapped.
"You're off the case, and that's an order. Look, the main reason for
getting you involved was that we owed the Aussies a favour. You did the
deed. Now we're evens."
But Sam wasn't. And he wouldn't be until Jimmy Squires was sorted
out.
After finishing his call to London, he went into the streets and found one
of the internet booths that dot the centre of Bangkok. He dialled into his
email and downloaded a couple of messages. One was from Julie wishing
him a Happy New Year. The other had been sent by his controller just
after he'd left Singapore - a more detailed background file on Jimmy
Squires. He printed it, checked there were no copies stored on the
computer, posted a reply to Julie saying he'd try to ring her later, then
logged off.
It was early evening before he and Midge met up again. She came to his
room and her eyes suggested she'd been crying.
"Problems?" he asked.
She screwed up her face, making out it didn't matter.
"Gave me a roasting, that's all."
"I'm sorry."
"I'll get over it."
He told her about his email. "There's some personal stuff on Squires.