The Eight Curious Cases of Inspector Zhang by Stephen Leather Page B

been the closest passenger to the victim. And even if a suppressor was used, we have to ask ourselves how it and the gun were smuggled on board. As you said, there are stringent security screenings at the airport.”
    â€œMaybe it was a member of the crew,” said the sergeant. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What about the captain, sir? He could have a gun in the cockpit. Or the first officer? Or a member of the cabin crew? Mr. Yip, perhaps.”
    â€œI had considered the cabin crew, but again it comes down to the fact that the bodyguard did not see Mr. Srisai being attacked.”
    â€œPerhaps the bodyguard was not as alert as he claims. He could have been asleep.” Sergeant Lee’s eyes widened. “The gun,” she said. “The gun must still be on the plane.”
    â€œOne would assume so,” said Inspector Zhang.
    â€œWe could ask the Thai police to help us find it. They must have dogs that can sniff out guns and explosives at the airport, don’t you think?”
    â€œI’m sure they have, but my instructions are to bring the investigation to a conclusion without the involvement of the Royal Thai Police.”
    Sergeant Lee looked crestfallen and Inspector Zhang felt a twinge of guilt at having to dampen her enthusiasm.
    â€œBut your idea is a good one, Sergeant Lee,” he said. “If there was a gun on the plane, such a dog would be able to find it. But do you know what, Sergeant? I do not believe that the gun is on the plane.”
    Sergeant Lee frowned as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “So do you now wish to interview the bodyguard?”
    â€œI think I will first talk to Mr. Yates,” said Inspector Zhang. He walked down the aisle and stood next to the Westerner, who looked up quizzically from his Blackberry. “Mr. Yates?”
    Mr. Yates nodded. “What can I do for you?”
    Inspector Zhang pointed at the empty seat. “Do you mind if I sit down and ask you a few questions?”
    â€œOf course, no problem,” said Mr. Yates, making room for the inspector to squeeze by. He put away his Blackberry. “Do you have any idea how long this is going to take, Inspector?” he asked. “I have a meeting to get to.”
    â€œI hope not too much longer,” said Inspector Zhang as he sat down. “So you are British?”
    â€œYes, but I haven’t been to England for more than fifteen years,” said Mr. Yates. “I lived in Hong Kong for a while but I’ve been based in Bangkok for almost ten years.”
    â€œI am a big fan of English writers. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Agatha Christie, Dorothy L Sayers, Edgar Wallace.”
    â€œI’m not a big reader,” said Mr. Yates. “Never have been.”
    Inspector Zhang’s face fell, but he managed to cover his discomfort by removing his spectacles and polishing them with his handkerchief. “So, my sergeant asked you if you saw or heard anything unusual during the flight?”
    â€œI was working,” said Mr. Yates.
    â€œSo you didn’t hear a shot, for instance?”
    â€œA shot? A gunshot? Of course not?” He frowned. “Is that what happened? The guy over there was shot?”
    â€œIt appears so, yes.”
    â€œThat’s impossible.”
    â€œYes, I agree. During the flight did you see anyone go over to Mr. Srisai?”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œI’m sorry,” said Inspector Zhang. “That is the deceased’s name. He is a Thai gentleman. Did you see anyone talking to him during the flight?”
    â€œTo be honest I was busy,” said Mr. Yates. “I hardly looked up. But there was a Thai man talking to him not long before we landed. They were arguing, I think.” He twisted around in his seat and pointed at Mr. Nakprakone. “That guy back there.”
    â€œArguing?”
    â€œThere was a flash, I think the man might have taken a photograph, but really I wasn’t