Something told me that Jerry was messed up in something far more sinister than buggery. Then I found the second note!
‘JUST GET SPANNER’S TAPES. WE’LL TAKE CARE OF HIM WHEN WE’RE DONE AT TALISMAN.’ The words jumped out at me like hands to my throat!
“Sorkan is in trouble!”
I threw all the tapes into the plastic bag and prepared to flee. I reached for the last tape that lay atop the TV. It was the footage I had shot on the second day in Pattaya!
With that it all fell into place. It was like my brain made an audible clicking sound when it happened. It was both thrilling and frightening all at once. I knew! I knew what that strange smell had been at the rubbish pile, I knew why the first victim had been unsuccessful in his attempts to heat the sapphires, and most importantly, I now knew what that flag was on the sign above Yannie’s Place!
I was out the door in a flash! Jerry was just returning from the bar at that same moment. I ran over him and on down the stairs I went, knocking him ass over teakettle into a great soft tumbling ball of flesh. He was so drunk he barely knew what hit him. But in that brief moment of recognition, his eyes were a gaping confusion of fear and anger.
Without missing a step I sprang into the street and nearly tackled the first empty baht-bus that tried to speed by.