Bangkok Benediction.
Chapter 1:
Some men go to Bangkok to die and some succeed.
In the case of Montgomery Joyce, when he fell from the sixteenth storey of his condominium in the Ollim Tower, there were no screams for he had died earlier from the beating he had endured. The body hit the concrete, face up next to the complexes’ swimming pool and it lay there like a limp rag. Blood trickled down from ruptured ear drums and matted into the ginger side burns on either side of the lifeless face.
Back in the building, two figures hurried to the lift, descended to the second floor, then switched to the rear emergency staircase. The female one of the pair was shapely in a muscular kind of way, with nail extensions and tight beige shorts and the male was wiry and carried a knife. Both were Thai and both were picked up by the police within twenty four hours as being known associates of the dead man. Monty was reputed to be a drug mule and to Police Duty Officer Lt Weerapong Rakkhito it looked like a deal too many. The remains were taken to Patong Hospital for examination.