Asian Heat (15 page)

When I woke up I
had a splitting headache and a bitter taste in my mouth that suggested a small
animal had crawled inside and taken a dump. Pung was long gone, of course.
Whatever she had put in my drink had knocked me out for the best part of
twenty-four hours. She’d taken everything that wasn’t nailed down. My laptop
was gone, along with my iPad and my phone, my wallet, my Rolex and my gold
chain.
 
She hadn’t taken my credit
cards and passport, which was nice of her.
 
I was insured so I didn’t end up being too much out of
pocket, and I was left with a great story, how a sixty-year-old fool who should
have known better was screwed four times in one night. It hasn’t put me off
visiting Thailand. I love the place, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather
be.

THE END