also didn’t ordinarily touch drug cases but he had a soft spot for Eddie.
Carl had been made aware of Eddie’s predicament the day after his arrest and he had done the only thing that he could think of. He paid thirty thousand baht to a police private to drop a tray of urine-filled glass beakers on the stone floor of the police station. This was performed with much overacting and an almighty crash. Without evidence the case against Eddie and five strangers had been dismissed.
Somewhere in Bangkok five people who had never heard of Carl Engel woke up every morning and thanked police clumsiness for not having a criminal record. Eddie knew it was art.
“Hi Carl, good to see you,” he shouted.
“How’re you doing Eddie?”
“Same old, same old. If you need some coke it’s on me. Just let me know, man. Anything you want,” he said in a shout that was only a tone down from the last shout. It was lack of discretion that had got him arrested the last time.
“I’ll pass on the Columbian marching powder. I need my sleep.”
“Yeah sure. Hey what do you know about this serial killer? Fuckin’ scary shit man.”
“Not much Eddie. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve never had it so good man. If they catch him I’m seriously fucked,” Eddie said in his low shout.
Carl studied him for a while and asked, “What do you mean, you’re seriously fucked?”
“Hey man, everybody’s scared and none of the girls in here want to leave with a stranger. They all know me in here. I’ve never had so much pussy in my life, man. There’s a queue of them just hoping for a chance to buy me a drink or slip me a free E.”
Carl laughed. “Never thought about it that way.”
“Surprised the hell out of me as well, I don’t want it to end. That’s for damn sure. Don’t get me wrong Carl. I still hope they catch him. You know what I mean, right?”
“Sure Eddie, I know what you mean. If you’re trying to make them all happy be careful mixing coke and Viagra. Remember what happened to Gianni?”
“Yeah, I remember. Fuckin’ Gianni man. He was only thirty-three.”
He had been following the progress of the music as he talked to Carl and he made a quick dash across the packed dance floor to the DJ booth. He always made it back to the turntables just in time to avoid an embarrassing silence.
Carl picked up his drink and started to look around the place. She had spotted Carl before he had noticed her standing in a raised corner with a group of the beautiful people. She was already looking at Carl when he saw her across the heads of the crowd. Her name was June and she was a marketing executive at one of the five-star hotels, which meant that she spent most of her working day in Starbucks drinking coffee and talking to her friends. Like a lot of beautiful women she was extremely insecure although you wouldn’t know it to look at her.
Carl knew her without her clothes on and people say things when they are naked and it is three o’clock in the morning. It is not unusual for women in Thailand to have experienced some kind of sexual abuse whilst growing up. There are claims that as many as half of the women in Thailand have been raped or physically abused. It is a society built on levels of power and bullying is all part of the norm. June had her unfair share of dark secrets. The dynamic of abuse is the victim’s need to cover it up. June lived behind a mask but Carl had seen what was underneath.
He was very fond of her but he knew a lot of that was because she made him feel like a hero due to her emotional dependence. He made damaged women feel safe, June had once claimed. She had told him he made her able to sleep without having bad dreams for the first time in her life. She always said such things when she was lying down and looking up at him with her big brown eyes. The relationship was made in heaven as long as they were lying down. When she stood
Carl had been made aware of Eddie’s predicament the day after his arrest and he had done the only thing that he could think of. He paid thirty thousand baht to a police private to drop a tray of urine-filled glass beakers on the stone floor of the police station. This was performed with much overacting and an almighty crash. Without evidence the case against Eddie and five strangers had been dismissed.
Somewhere in Bangkok five people who had never heard of Carl Engel woke up every morning and thanked police clumsiness for not having a criminal record. Eddie knew it was art.
“Hi Carl, good to see you,” he shouted.
“How’re you doing Eddie?”
“Same old, same old. If you need some coke it’s on me. Just let me know, man. Anything you want,” he said in a shout that was only a tone down from the last shout. It was lack of discretion that had got him arrested the last time.
“I’ll pass on the Columbian marching powder. I need my sleep.”
“Yeah sure. Hey what do you know about this serial killer? Fuckin’ scary shit man.”
“Not much Eddie. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve never had it so good man. If they catch him I’m seriously fucked,” Eddie said in his low shout.
Carl studied him for a while and asked, “What do you mean, you’re seriously fucked?”
“Hey man, everybody’s scared and none of the girls in here want to leave with a stranger. They all know me in here. I’ve never had so much pussy in my life, man. There’s a queue of them just hoping for a chance to buy me a drink or slip me a free E.”
Carl laughed. “Never thought about it that way.”
“Surprised the hell out of me as well, I don’t want it to end. That’s for damn sure. Don’t get me wrong Carl. I still hope they catch him. You know what I mean, right?”
“Sure Eddie, I know what you mean. If you’re trying to make them all happy be careful mixing coke and Viagra. Remember what happened to Gianni?”
“Yeah, I remember. Fuckin’ Gianni man. He was only thirty-three.”
He had been following the progress of the music as he talked to Carl and he made a quick dash across the packed dance floor to the DJ booth. He always made it back to the turntables just in time to avoid an embarrassing silence.
Carl picked up his drink and started to look around the place. She had spotted Carl before he had noticed her standing in a raised corner with a group of the beautiful people. She was already looking at Carl when he saw her across the heads of the crowd. Her name was June and she was a marketing executive at one of the five-star hotels, which meant that she spent most of her working day in Starbucks drinking coffee and talking to her friends. Like a lot of beautiful women she was extremely insecure although you wouldn’t know it to look at her.
Carl knew her without her clothes on and people say things when they are naked and it is three o’clock in the morning. It is not unusual for women in Thailand to have experienced some kind of sexual abuse whilst growing up. There are claims that as many as half of the women in Thailand have been raped or physically abused. It is a society built on levels of power and bullying is all part of the norm. June had her unfair share of dark secrets. The dynamic of abuse is the victim’s need to cover it up. June lived behind a mask but Carl had seen what was underneath.
He was very fond of her but he knew a lot of that was because she made him feel like a hero due to her emotional dependence. He made damaged women feel safe, June had once claimed. She had told him he made her able to sleep without having bad dreams for the first time in her life. She always said such things when she was lying down and looking up at him with her big brown eyes. The relationship was made in heaven as long as they were lying down. When she stood
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