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and more serious voice. “You have to read between the lines in the newspaper like everybody else.” Carl leant forward, put a serious expression on his face and whispered conspiratorially, “All I can tell you Robert is that everything will be all right. There’ll be no changes that will have any dire consequences for you personally, or for your company for that matter.” Then Carl put his finger to his lips and said, “Shhhh, your ears only old man.”
     
    “Good news then. Thank you Carl. You are sure of this? It comes from a very reliable source then?”
     
    “The highest,” Carl said, thinking that it was the most reliable source he could think of, his own opinion. He was usually right though. That and the fact he had Thailand’s past history on his side. Thailand’s history may not repeat itself but it certainly rhymed.
     
    Robert Standish was pleased. Like many foreigners, he just needed someone to tell him that everything was going to be all right. If Carl had been able to work out how to charge people for going to their offices and telling them that everything was going to be all right he would have made a fortune. There had always been a demand for such a service. Carl just hadn’t worked out how to bill for it. Yet.
     
    “Must dash, duty calls,” he told Carl as he got up to leave.
     
    “Don’t forget that it’s all hush hush,” Carl told him.
     
    “I won’t tell a living soul Carl. Wouldn’t want you to get into trouble with the ambassador.”
     
    “That’s right Robert. Always nice to see you,” Carl told him as he left.
     
    Carl assumed he was in a hurry to go and tell everybody that Carl the spook said there is nothing to worry about. Lots of people doubt religion but they all believed in Hollywood and James Bond. Carl didn’t mind the stories that were made up about him. They were good for business.
     
    Robert Standish didn’t care if the streets ran red with blood as long as his beloved stock market stayed healthy. In reality he had little to fear. A few generals rattling their sabres and politicians crying ‘freedom’ because they had lost control of the money was not a threat to his industry. Both sides of the conflict were stage managed by extremely powerful and wealthy men. These eagles amongst sparrows on both sides were so heavily invested into the market that allowing it to fail was not an option.
     
    The cigar lead had not borne fruit. Carl hadn’t expected it to. Luxury retail shops in Thailand are little more than a wonderful advertisement for shopping in Hong Kong’s low cost outlets. The lack of demand for Bolivar Churchills in Bangkok suggested to him that his target might still be flying regularly to Macau for his poker habit. Carl wanted to see Macau again and began to see an opportunity to make it happen.
     
    Carl finished his cigar and went looking for somewhere to have lunch. He felt like eating in a restaurant where nobody would know him. He left the car and walked along the Skytrain’s public walkway to Paragon shopping centre, the largest shopping complex in Thailand. Carl took the escalators past the high fashion brands from Milan and Paris to the third floor where Bangkok’s largest bookshop was located.
     
    He browsed the history section and selected a book about Beirut and paid for it at the counter. Book in hand he took the escalator back down to the first floor and walked over the Skytrain’s bridge to Siam Square, the old shopping area. There was a Hard Rock Café there and he assumed that nobody he knew would be there as no self-respecting expat liked to sit with the tourists. The place was full of holiday makers providing excellent cover and a burger was just what he needed to go with his new book. He could use one hand for the burger and the other hand to hold the book.
     

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Carl went home early afternoon to study his new case and consider his options. His house was a four-story townhouse in a contiguous quadrant