Category: Chapter 3

A lone beam of sunlight bisects the small eatery of the New Siam Guest House. Seated well out of the beam’s path is Dominic, perusing a folded newspaper in one hand while bringing a small cup of black coffee to his lips with the other. Today he’s wearing a loose button up with a Japanese …

Mirabelle follows Medic down a poorly-lit foot path hedged in between shanties and a narrow canal. She moves swiftly and silently beneath the conical spotlights. In between she returns to a casual stroll that matches Medic’s. He doesn’t show any suspicion of being followed but she maintains her distance anyway. He’s already stopped a few …

“…until I see it for myself,” finishes Medic as he steps through the door of his room at the New Siam Guest House. Holding the door open for him is The Handler, shades atop a courteous smile. Both move casually through the muggy Bangkok night toward the lobby stairs. They descend to find Elvis, Dmitri, …

The Handler, Medic, and Elvis step sluggishly out of the tuk-tuk and into the still, humid heat of Bangkok. Their trip from the train station had been a dizzying blur of chaotic traffic and dangerously sharp corners that threatened to flip over the motorized tricycle and its occupants. Medic felt as alarmed as Elvis appeared …

A heavy peach mist lies over the rice paddies as the black shapes of farmers in straw hats make their way through the glistening mud. Behind them, a wobbly yellow orb boils up slowly out of the eastern horizon. An idling water buffalo makes a surprise close-up as it flashes by in the window of …