Samurai Code (26 page)

“Good, that makes it easier for us,” said Lee. “So everything is okay. You have seen that you can trust me.”

“N-F-L,” said Jack and Laura in unison.

“You want to watch football?” asked Lee, confused.

***

It was seven o’clock that night when they turned off the main highway and onto a rutted road leading to Bill Resort.

“You have not asked for a sample,” said Lee. “Do you trust us enough to believe the drug is pure?”

“No, I would like to obtain a sample from the shipment as it is loaded on the boat,” replied Jack.

“And what would you do with this sample? We will want our down payment before you leave Asia.”

“I’ll mail it back to Canada,” replied Jack. “I’ve got a friend who can analyze it for me.”

“That will take time,” replied Lee. “We would require a financial down payment as soon as you see the shipment. Perhaps I could convince you in some other way that our product is ultra pure.”

“How?” asked Jack.

“My boss has come up with a somewhat amusing illustration,” replied Lee. “We have done this many times before with others who wanted proof of the quality of the merchandise. Let me demonstrate,” he said, and took a pen and paper from the glovebox and wrote several names on the paper and handed it to Jack.

“What’s this?” said Jack. “Looks like a list of hotels?”

“Hotels and districts in Bangkok,” said Lee. “Well-known locations where heroin addicts congregate. Point to one of the districts or hotels. Any one, it doesn’t matter.”

“What for?” asked Jack.

“You will see. It is like a game. Quite amusing.”

Jack looked at the list and randomly pointed to a district called Soi Ngam Duphli. “Now what?” he asked.

Lee smiled and said, “Tomorrow my friend, I will show you something interesting, but now I need to use the Internet and call it a night. It has been a long day.”

***

Late the following afternoon, Lee met up with Jack as he lay on a lounge chair by the pool. He waved at Laura, who was swimming, and then tossed Jack an English edition of the
Bangkok Post
and told him to turn to a small article buried deep within the paper:

Eleven people died last night in the Soi Ngam Duphli district of Bangkok. The victims were all believed to be heroin addicts who evidently did not realize they had been sold a very pure form of the drug. Countless other victims were rushed to hospital and treated for overdoses. The police are continuing to investigate as the probability of more deaths is likely to occur over the next few days, before all the addicts know to take extra caution …

“So, Jack,” chuckled Lee. “Do you have any more doubts about our product? Or would you like to see this rather amusing display repeated in some other district?”

Jack felt numb as he slowly shook his head.
The real Happy Jack wouldn’t have minded.

“Is everything okay?” asked Lee.

Jack looked up and smiled. “You bet. Your boss certainly has a way of illustrating things. I’m convinced.”
Convinced I’m going to kill him.

“I’m going to get a drink,” said Lee. “Would you like one?”

“No,” replied Jack, watching as Lee whistled a tune to himself on his way to the bar.

“What’s up?” asked Laura, climbing out of the pool.

“I just killed eleven people,” said Jack, lamely pointing at the newspaper.

Moments later Lee returned with a pina colada in his hand, sat down beside Jack, and sucked on a fresh piece of pineapple from the rim of the glass. “These are really good. You should have one.”

“No, thanks.”

“Where did Laura go?”

“To her room. She’s feeling ill.”

“See? You should move back to the Pavilion where I am.”

“The cook there was trained by Bill Resort.”

“It is still nicer.”

Jack leaned back and closed his eyes. He could hear the wind rustle the newspaper. Ophelia appeared in his mind. Leaning against a doorway. A woman’s words came back to haunt him.
“Don’t stare, honey. That’s just nobody.” Was Melvin another nobody, too? Like eleven other nobodies in Bangkok last night? Eleven people who died because I selected their fate.

34

That night, Jack met with Lee over dinner at The Patio Restaurant in the Pavilion resort, which overlooked a fountain and the ocean beyond.

“Is Laura still feeling ill?” asked Lee.

“Yes,” replied Jack, truthfully. “The sooner we are finished business, the better. I want to meet The Shaman. No more jerking us around.”

“Tomorrow, you shall,” replied Lee.

Jack felt both surprise and elation. “He is coming here? Tomorrow? What time?”

Lee brushed Jack’s questions aside with a wave of his arm and said, “He will not meet you until you pass one more small test.”

“I’m tired of tests!” replied Jack angrily. “I know you were checking to see if we were followed yesterday to Burma. What kind of bullshit is this? I thought we trusted each other?”

“I do trust you, Jack. Believe me, my life depends upon it. Please do not be angry with me. It is The Shaman who decides these things. Like an onion, the —”

“I know. I’ve heard that crap before. I want to meet him. Face to face. That is how I conduct business.”

Lee sighed and said, “The small test I refer to tomorrow is a lie-detector test. If you do not take it, I can assure you that you will never meet The Shaman.”

“Then give me the bloody test,” said Jack, coldly. “I’ll take it!”

“Once you pass the test, and I know you will,” said Lee, smiling, “then you shall be taken to meet The Shaman.”

“Taken where?”

“That, my friend, I am not allowed to tell you until you have completed this annoying matter with the lie detector. You and Laura must —”

“Laura! I’ll be damned if I’m going to embarrass her by submitting her to such a —”

“No, let me finish. She will not be asked to take the test. But she must come with you and you both must agree to be held incommunicado from the time you are picked up to take the test and until you meet The Shaman. Do you agree?”

Jack sighed and said, “I agree, but there is no need to pick us up. We will walk over from Bill Resort.”

“No, the test will be held in a hotel in Chaweng. It is a town a half-hour drive north of us. You will be picked up after lunch and driven. Bring your luggage, as well. The Shaman is arranging for you to stay in another hotel at his expense. A much nicer place.”

“Fine by me, but I better be meeting The Shaman right after.”

“I assure you that is his wish as well.”

***

Later that night, Jack and Laura walked along the beach and then went through an intricate prearranged jaunt, cutting through pathways and in and out front and rear doors of other hotels. Eventually Sammy called Jack to tell him that they were not being followed. Minutes later, they met in Sammy’s room at the Samui Laguna Resort located next to the Pavilion. Also present were three other members of the Vancouver Drug Section, as well as the LO from Bangkok and two plainclothes officers from the Thailand National Police Department.

Jack outlined his meeting earlier that evening with Lee.

“I don’t like it,” said Sammy. “If they hook you to that damned machine, you’re dead.”

“The thing is,” replied Jack, “The Shaman could be in the next room. I’ll try to see him first, but even if they don’t let me, you should be able to figure out who it is by watching Lee or his buddies. It’s better than giving up.”

“But it will be damned difficult to cover you without being burned,” protested Sammy.

“What the hell do we have to lose? If we don’t show up, we won’t identify him. If you get burned then kick the doors in and save us.”

“Yeah, that’s if we know which room you’re in.

“Polygraph tests start with an interview first. Altogether we’re looking at about three hours. Surely by then you can figure out what room we’re in.”

“Lee thinks I’m sick,” said Laura. “Actually, I am, but it’s not from the food. I can use being sick to help you figure out which room we’re in. Once we’re inside, I’ll beg Lee or one of his cronies to go to a pharmacy and get me something. If you haven’t spotted what room we go to when we first arrive, then that should help. I’ll also tell him I’m out of sanitary pads. You see some guy in a pharmacy buying those, follow him.”

“It’s damned risky,” said Sammy.

“I want this guy,” said Jack, vehemently. “He’s responsible for a mass murder two nights ago. You going to let him walk?”

“I’m with Jack on this one,” said Laura bitterly. “If all else fails we can resort to tossing something or someone out a window. That should clue you in as to where we are.”

“There is only one road up to Chaweng,” said Sammy, “and it isn’t very crowded. Too obvious to follow you, turn off at the road into Chaweng and continue along to whatever hotel you go to. These guys are known for spotting surveillance. I don’t want the both of you to end up like Goldie.”

“Then wait for us on the road leading into Chaweng,” said Jack. “I’m told the town itself is crowded. Lots of cover for you. I’ve also got a map. Most of the hotels face the main road in town that runs the length of the beach. Stagger a few cars along it and wait. We don’t need to leave with a parade behind us.”

“Will it be the same driver and van who took you to Burma?” asked Sammy.

“I don’t know,” replied Jack. “If it is, the guy won’t be too surveillance-conscious. I think he was only hired as a driver.”

“You sure?” asked Sammy.

“As sure as I could be. He didn’t speak English and Lee doesn’t seem to speak Thai. I think he doesn’t know anything about what is going on.”

“Okay.” Sammy sighed. “I’ll leave a guy at Bill Resort to confirm your departure and positively identify the van for us. The rest of us will wait up the highway near Chaweng.”

The plan might have worked, except Jack and Laura were not taken to Chaweng.

***

At three o’clock the next afternoon, Jack and Laura recognized the same van and driver who had taken them to Burma when it arrived in front of Bill Resort. The side door with deep-tinted windows opened up and Lee beckoned for them to come inside. They complied, as the driver tossed their luggage into the rear of the van.

Now there was an additional passenger sitting behind them. It was the man with the yellow T-shirt.

“I believe you have seen my friend before,” smiled Lee.

There was little doubt in Jack’s mind that the bulge in the man’s T-shirt covering the front of his waistband was not a banana.

Ten minutes out of Lamai, Jack and Laura were both glad they had opted to have the surveillance team wait for them in Chaweng as the van pulled over into the parking lot of a fashionable restaurant located high on a bluff.

They sat and waited in the van for several minutes, watching the highway.

“Please do not be angry with me,” said Lee. “It is not personal. Just business.”

“I know,” replied Jack. “But I am developing a hatred for onions.”

“It is time,” said the man behind them.

To Jack and Laura’s surprise, they were told to get out of the van. Minutes later, they were loaded into a different van, which once more proceeded north. The seating arrangement was the same, except a different man was driving.

“Good move,” said Jack, patting Lee on his shoulder.

“Thank you. Again, I apologize. Once The Shaman meets you, I am sure he will trust you as much as I do.”

“You okay, honey?” asked Jack, looking at Laura.

She shook her head and muttered, “Feeling crampy. Must be from the food.”

Twenty minutes farther down the road, Jack politely said, “Uh, according to the sign, you just missed the turnoff into Chaweng.”

“We’ve located a nicer hotel,” said Lee. “The Amarin Victoria Resort. A little farther north, up near the airport.”

Jack glanced behind him and the man in the yellow T-shirt edged back out of reach, while placing his hand under his shirt.
Oh, fuck!

At four o’clock, Jack and Laura were hustled into a hotel room. Inside were four more men. The man who let them in was Japanese and was dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt and a black tie.

The other three men seated in the room looked to be Thai, except their skin was slightly darker. Perhaps Burmese or Cambodian, guessed Jack. Two of them were dressed in long khaki-coloured cargo pants and wore dark blue golf shirts that weren’t tucked in.

The third man wore black slacks and a white golf shirt. He stood up and the other two quickly followed suit, both of them standing erect, like they were at attention. It was obvious that they worked for the man in the white golf shirt. Something about him seemed odd. Jack returned his cold, hard stare. He knew he was looking at the man with the dead eyes.

“You will accompany Mister Sato into the bedroom,” said Lee. “A table has been set up in there. He has some questions to ask you.”

“I would like to meet your boss first,” said Jack. “There are some things I would like to discuss with him.”

“Please do not delay,” replied Lee nervously. “You must answer Mister Sato’s questions first. I beg you.”

“Laura,” said Jack, “I am sure you do not wish to sit in a bedroom with a bunch of men you don’t know. Go find the lounge and we’ll meet you there for a drink after.”

“No,” replied the man with the dead eyes. “Nobody is to leave this room until we are finished.”

“And you are?” asked Jack.

“Da Khlot. You would be wise to obey.”

Laura took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “I’ll be okay, honey.” She smiled at Lee while Jack and Sato went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Two of the men took their chairs and moved them between the bedroom door and the entrance door to the room. The third man remained by the window, seated beside Da Khlot.

Laura moved toward the man sitting with Da Khlot and smiled. “May I sit there?” she asked, gesturing with her hand.

The man started to rise.

“No!” ordered Da Khlot, closing the drapes. “You sit on the floor.”

“Up yours,” replied Laura. “I’ll sit where I damn well feel like.”

“Please,” interrupted Lee, looking at Da Khlot. “Do not treat her like a prisoner. Western women are not accustomed to taking orders.” He looked at Laura and said, “Please, sit on the bed with me. We can watch television.”

Da Khlot’s impassive face did not change, but a slight nod of his head gave Laura permission and she sat on the end of the bed between Lee and the man with the yellow T-shirt.

Lee leaned toward the television remote, but Da Khlot said, “Mister Sato said there was to be no television, no radio, and no talking. We just wait.”

Laura waited as the seconds ticked past to eventually become minutes. She strained to listen, but could only hear the murmur of voices from the next room. She could smell the sweat and feel the dampness from the arms and legs of the two men she sat between.

From his chair by the window, Da Khlot continued to stare at her, his face blank as to what he was thinking. It was his eyes that portrayed a sense that he was lacking in any human emotion.
What could cause a person to become like that?

Laura did not know about children swinging pickaxes, or screaming people turning into corpses in muddy ditches sodden with blood. If she had, perhaps she would have understood. It would not have eased her fear, but she would have understood the true nature of the man she faced.

At five-thirty, the bedroom door opened quietly and Sato appeared. He shook his head, a sign that caused Laura to speculate on her chances of running and diving into the drapes and through a glass window.

“We are not finished,” said Sato, looking at Lee. “Only the first part. I need to go to the bathroom and then he will be hooked to the polygraph.”

“Is it going well?” asked Lee.

Sato paused, appearing to be in deep thought, but replied, “I do not have an answer for you yet. Nothing definitive. Inconclusive about — well, let me say that we have reached a stage where I can elicit more penetrating questions. You will soon know.”

At six o’clock, Sato abruptly flung open the door and everyone leaped to their feet. He strode across the floor to Lee and pointing his finger back toward the bedroom he said, “That man is either a police officer or is working for the police!”

“No!” cried Lee, as the panic swept across his face. “Maybe you made a mistake?”

“No mistake and no doubt,” replied Sato.

Laura felt like she was drugged. Life appeared in slow motion. She rose from the bed and stepped forward, catching a glimpse of Jack in the bedroom, still sitting in a chair, with a strap around his chest and wires dangling from his fingers.

The two men in front of her pulled pistols from under their shirt and pointed them at Jack. Laura felt Da Khlot’s hand slip over her mouth and the sharp point of a knife on the back of her neck.