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Authors: S. M. Stelmack
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father knows the look, too?”
Kannon’s answer was an exasperated hiss. “Yes.”
“So you’re not worried about what my father’s going to say when he learns you hit his daughter?” Gina asked. “Or let Jarun escape?”
Kannon didn’t answer. Seemed he was done talking for the night.
John Wakai brooded while his sister gave him a shoulder rub, surveying the city as he contemplated what more he could do. Her Cambodian friends were prowling the slums and red light districts, searching for any hint of Tasanee’s whereabouts, but thus far had come up empty handed.
Odds were excellent she was back in Bangkok. Before he’d wiped out Montri’s lieutenants, the Black Lotus had the support of virtually every gang in the city. Tasanee was too young and inexperienced to rally them, but she had Kannon on her side. Already Jarun and one of the Cambodian gangsters had gone missing, confirming his fear that Kannon was trying to find him as hard as he was trying to find Tasanee. Every day she was free the situation became more dangerous, and without her, Alak would remain stubbornly defiant.
Under normal circumstances Kannon wouldn’t have been such a problem. He’d outwitted several criminal masterminds in his time. Russians, Chinese, Nigerians, Japanese, Pakistanis, Iranians—all of their respective syndicates had failed to wrest control of the city away from the Black Lotus, and Wakai knew he’d been a key component in Alak’s success.
In this case, however, he’d little to work with. Forced to betray a man that he respected and hoped to serve for the rest of his life, he was now pressured for fast results by blunt-minded savages he scarcely trusted. At least he knew where the Cambodians were. Kannon could be anywhere, could be taking out the guards in the lobby right now, could be riding the elevator to put a bullet in him and his sister.
Somehow he needed to regain control of the situation, and fast.
His phone rang. It was a call he couldn’t ignore.
“We were hit,” said the familiar cold voice. “Four dead in 70 Rai, and all six clients. Kids gone. Didn’t know a thing until a customer called. He got there late and found the bodies.”
Well, he had his answer about Kannon’s whereabouts. Victoria came around in front of him, her eyes wide and worried. He tried to appear calm. “That driver of yours must’ve talked.”
“No. He didn’t.”
“How else could they have known about the place?’
His question was met with another. “How much did you tell Jarun?”
Wakai’s jaw tightened. Perhaps he’d confided in his childhood friend too much. Still, would Jarun turn on him that fast? Perhaps, since Kannon was involved. Wakai felt suddenly sick at what horrific pain Jarun must’ve experienced at the hands of someone who could unleash a one-man massacre and walk away unscathed.
Apparently his silence was all the thug needed. “We gave you a week to solve the problem. It’s been five days now and it’s only gotten worse. Lost men. Lost clients. Lost property. We were counting on your brains to take the city quickly, not start a war.”
“Unlike you, I’m no sorcerer!” Wakai retorted, no longer able to hold back his sarcasm and frustration. “I’ve given your people a list of every ally Montri has in this city and they haven’t accomplished anything. Fourteen million people in Bangkok, and you want me to find one girl? For all we know she might not even be in Thailand! What do you want me to do, wheel around the city showing her picture? I can’t work miracles. These things take time.”
There was an ominous silence, and Wakai found himself holding his breath.
“You have two days left.” The line went dead.
Wakai set his phone back on his arm rest. “Victoria, we need to take care of this quickly. How’s Alak doing?”
Victoria’s girlish features twisted into an angry pout. “He’s so stubborn. I can’t break him. I’m not as good at it as
Kannon’s answer was an exasperated hiss. “Yes.”
“So you’re not worried about what my father’s going to say when he learns you hit his daughter?” Gina asked. “Or let Jarun escape?”
Kannon didn’t answer. Seemed he was done talking for the night.
John Wakai brooded while his sister gave him a shoulder rub, surveying the city as he contemplated what more he could do. Her Cambodian friends were prowling the slums and red light districts, searching for any hint of Tasanee’s whereabouts, but thus far had come up empty handed.
Odds were excellent she was back in Bangkok. Before he’d wiped out Montri’s lieutenants, the Black Lotus had the support of virtually every gang in the city. Tasanee was too young and inexperienced to rally them, but she had Kannon on her side. Already Jarun and one of the Cambodian gangsters had gone missing, confirming his fear that Kannon was trying to find him as hard as he was trying to find Tasanee. Every day she was free the situation became more dangerous, and without her, Alak would remain stubbornly defiant.
Under normal circumstances Kannon wouldn’t have been such a problem. He’d outwitted several criminal masterminds in his time. Russians, Chinese, Nigerians, Japanese, Pakistanis, Iranians—all of their respective syndicates had failed to wrest control of the city away from the Black Lotus, and Wakai knew he’d been a key component in Alak’s success.
In this case, however, he’d little to work with. Forced to betray a man that he respected and hoped to serve for the rest of his life, he was now pressured for fast results by blunt-minded savages he scarcely trusted. At least he knew where the Cambodians were. Kannon could be anywhere, could be taking out the guards in the lobby right now, could be riding the elevator to put a bullet in him and his sister.
Somehow he needed to regain control of the situation, and fast.
His phone rang. It was a call he couldn’t ignore.
“We were hit,” said the familiar cold voice. “Four dead in 70 Rai, and all six clients. Kids gone. Didn’t know a thing until a customer called. He got there late and found the bodies.”
Well, he had his answer about Kannon’s whereabouts. Victoria came around in front of him, her eyes wide and worried. He tried to appear calm. “That driver of yours must’ve talked.”
“No. He didn’t.”
“How else could they have known about the place?’
His question was met with another. “How much did you tell Jarun?”
Wakai’s jaw tightened. Perhaps he’d confided in his childhood friend too much. Still, would Jarun turn on him that fast? Perhaps, since Kannon was involved. Wakai felt suddenly sick at what horrific pain Jarun must’ve experienced at the hands of someone who could unleash a one-man massacre and walk away unscathed.
Apparently his silence was all the thug needed. “We gave you a week to solve the problem. It’s been five days now and it’s only gotten worse. Lost men. Lost clients. Lost property. We were counting on your brains to take the city quickly, not start a war.”
“Unlike you, I’m no sorcerer!” Wakai retorted, no longer able to hold back his sarcasm and frustration. “I’ve given your people a list of every ally Montri has in this city and they haven’t accomplished anything. Fourteen million people in Bangkok, and you want me to find one girl? For all we know she might not even be in Thailand! What do you want me to do, wheel around the city showing her picture? I can’t work miracles. These things take time.”
There was an ominous silence, and Wakai found himself holding his breath.
“You have two days left.” The line went dead.
Wakai set his phone back on his arm rest. “Victoria, we need to take care of this quickly. How’s Alak doing?”
Victoria’s girlish features twisted into an angry pout. “He’s so stubborn. I can’t break him. I’m not as good at it as
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