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garden with a silenced pistol in his hand.”
    Yak felt the air being sucked out of his lungs, making it almost impossible to speak.
    “Khun Marcus,” he rasped, forcing the words out.   “I did not mean —”
    “A Thai Ranger raid team showed up at the Khlong Saeng Preserve this evening.   They seemed to know where we would be working.   Did you inform on us?”
    The question struck Yak’s brain like a lightning bolt.   His eyes flickered briefly to Choonhavan, and then back to Wallis.
    “Khun Marcus, you cannot possibly believe I would ever do such a thing,” Yak sputtered.   “I would compete with you — if it was possible to do so — of course, as you would expect me to do; we are both businessmen, after all.   But inform on you to the Thai Rangers?   No, never!   Even if I was so insane, you know they would never trust me.   Not even Choonhavan, and you know he —”
    The words were rushing from Yak’s brain to his tongue almost completely uncensored; a poor idea in the best of circumstances.   But some deeper-seated survival instinct — not to mention the terrified and futilely struggling presence of Choonhavan, and the fact that neither of his full-time bodyguards had yet appeared — told Yak that his only chance to live through the next few minutes might lay in the complete truth.   It was a new and unsettling concept to the irrevocably corrupt Thai.
    “What is Kai to you?”
    Yak had to force himself to stay on his feet, only vaguely aware that he had voided his bladder.
    “He’s nothing, just a — a potential partner … someday … not now … much later.   After you have —”
    “Departed?”
    “Yes, that is it, exactly — departed.   Only then, when you are gone, no longer in the business, would Choonhavan and I ever even think to —”
    The bound and purple-faced Forestry captain began struggling even more frantically now.
    “Don’t you think two-million Bhat is a bit steep for second-rate help?” Wallis asked as he allowed ten 1-carat diamonds to drop from his hand onto the polished desktop.
    Yak was still staring wide-eyed at the diamonds when the first bullet struck him in the solar plexus, the impact sending him staggering backwards.   A tiny whimper escaped his lips as he stared, wide-eyed, down at the hole in his pajamas.   He was still staring when the second bullet ripped through his forehead, flinging him backwards to the floor.
    Wallis remained where he was for a few seconds, listening to the distant and muted sounds of the still-complaining chef rattling pans in the kitchen.
    Then, satisfied, he scooping up the loose diamonds, dropped them into his jacket pocket, and then reached down by his chair, picked up the shoulder-holstered and silenced pistol that had once belonged to Jack Gavin.
    Humming to himself, Wallis stood up, glanced briefly at the now-frozen-in-horror Choonhavan, walked over to Yak’s sprawled body, knelt down, placed the silenced pistol in his right hand, used Yak’s limp index finger to fire a bullet through the screen door leading out into the garden, allowed the pistol and Yak’s limp hand to drop to the thick rug, and tossed the empty shoulder holster aside.
    Then he stood up and walked back over to the chair where Captain Choonhavan was staring at him with a hopeless expression in his still-widened eyes.
    “Alright, lad, it’s time you and I had a serious discussion about your future.”
     
    *     *     *
     
    The Surat Thani Airport, Thailand
     
    Later that morning, a shaved, showered and neatly dressed Marcus Wallis walked up to the Thai Air ticket counter at the Surat Thani Airport, set his over-night bag down, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his passport.
    “I have reservations for the morning flight to Bangkok,” he said as he took out his wallet and handed the clerk a credit card.
    The clerk called up the flight on her computer, glanced down at the open passport and the name on the credit card, and then took