LAUNDRY MAN (A Jack Shepherd crime thriller) by Jake Needham Read Free Book Online

pants.”
    “Which bar is your favorite these days, my darling? Is it King’s Castle? That used to be the place to go in Patpong, wasn’t it? Or are you local boys avoiding the tourists these days and going to Soi Cowboy again? What’s hot there? Is it still Long Gun? Do they still do those lesbian shows like they used to?”
    “I think you know way too much about way too many things.”
    Anita grinned and brushed her lips quickly over mine, then she swung her feet to the floor and pushed herself off the couch. The graceful way she did it took my breath away.
    “Don’t go away, big boy. Got to pee. Then I want to hear the whole story about your little honeys before I go over and scratch their eyes out.”
    I would have married Anita in a moment, but she had never mentioned marriage and there was something that made me hesitate to ask. To do that would risk changing everything that made life so good right then, particularly if she said no, and that was a chance I was not prepared to take.
    After Anita came back from the bathroom we leaned against each other on the couch and made small talk for a while but eventually, of course, I got around to telling her about the man who called my cell phone and claimed to be Barry Gale.
    “That’s shocking, Jack,” she said when I’d finished.
    The word took me aback a little. It sounded quaint and outdated somehow, out of place in a world that now had little room and less time for people who were shocked by anything. Yet it was a word that Anita wore well. I liked it on her.
    “Do you think it really was him?” she asked.
    “Well… maybe.”
    “Then whose body was that in the swimming pool?”
    “Got me.”
    “Why would he fake his own death?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Why is this man calling you now?”
    “He didn’t say.”
    “Well, Mr. Laconic, thank you for clearing everything up for me.”
    “Hey,” I said, opening my hands in the universal gesture of coming clean. “You know what I know. It’s just not much.”
    Abruptly, Anita pushed herself away from me and stood up. She walked to the window and stood there looking out at the city, her arms folded around herself as if the air had suddenly turned unexpectedly cool.
    “Are you going out tonight to meet this man?” she asked without turning around.
    I hesitated. I knew where this was going and it wasn’t anywhere good, but I couldn’t think of any way to bob and weave.
    “Yes, I thought I would.”
    “Why are you going to do that?”
    “To find out what the phone call was all about.”
    “You don’t have any idea what you’re getting into, do you, Jack?”
    I could have told Anita about the background I had dug up through Darcy. I could have even told her about Darcy offering to get Mango Manny to go with me. On the other hand, Anita didn’t like Darcy much and, even if she had, the idea that Darcy thought I should have a semi-retired Cockney hit man for backup wasn’t going to do much to ease her concerns. I kept quiet about all that.
    “You’re going alone?” Anita eventually asked when I said nothing.
    “Yes.”
    “All by yourself?”
    “That’s what ‘alone’ means.”
    “I’m not stupid, Jack.” Anita whirled around and fixed me with a hard stare. “But sometimes I think you are.”
    I would have thought that diplomacy would come naturally to someone who was half Italian, half British, and born in France; but in Anita’s case, it didn’t.
    “Meeting this man alone is really stupid, Jack. You could be killed.”
    “Oh, Anita, don’t be ridiculous.”
    “Ridiculous? Didn’t you just tell me that the embassy had been warning Americans to keep a low profile and to be alert?”
    “The embassy does that all the time, Anita.”
    “Do they? They warn Americans in Thailand to be careful all the time?”
    “They warn Americans everywhere to be careful all the time. Look, the embassy’s just covering its ass. Nobody really pays any attention to these things.”
    “Well, maybe