room.
âDonât take any notice of him,â the frog man said with a sly laugh, âIâm not hustling you guys. I just wanted to ask you how things are going with Alex Brennan.â
The three Sherpa lads exchanged a glance. The question seemed innocent enough.
âThings are going very well, sir,â Nima replied earnestly. âHeâs a great boss.â
âHow about that journalist, Sasha? She fitting in OK?â
âNo problems, sir,â Kami told him, âa nice person.â
âThatâs great. Thatâs all good news.â
He drank again and poured some of the beer into a glass which he offered to them. Kami declined but Nima and Pemba took an enthusiastic swig.
âYou think those two are an
item
?â he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he winked lecherously at them. âYou know what I mean by that, right? Maybe youâve seen them sharing a tent in the night?â
The three Sherpas looked at him in surprise. The question seemed bizarre to them. Kami felt the first stirrings of alarm. This character didnât inspire much confidence.
âNo sir,â he said firmly. âNothing like that.â
âYou see Alex Brennan is engaged to a lovely lady back home. Sheâs rich and famous like him so people like to read about them in the newspapers. Thatâs why if there was a photo, for example, of that journalist Sasha coming out of Alexâs tent one morning then it might be worth a lot of money to you guys.â
Pembaâs expression brightened at the mention of cash.
âHow much money?â he asked.
Kami didnât like the way the conversation was going and he kicked Pemba beneath the table to warn him to shut up. But Pemba just glared at him and kicked back harder.
âA couple of hundred dollars, maybe more.â The frog man said. âBut there would have to be a photo, you understand? The two of them together doing something ⦠intimate.â
Pemba whistled happily at the sound of all that cash. Nima gave an eager nod, downed the rest of his beer as Kami glared at him.
âHave you got a camera?â the man asked.
âKamiâs got one,â Nima said.
âGreat.â
The frog man reached into his pocket, extracting a wallet from which he pulled some business cards.
âHereâs my contact details. You guys know how to use email, right?â
âYes, sir,â Pemba replied eagerly. âThere are internet cafes in almost all the villages now.â
âGreat. OK, so Iâll look forward to hearing from you if you see anything like that.â
Kami didnât want to offend the man so â along with the other two â he put the card in the pocket of his fleece and left him to his beer.
Back in the kitchen Kami rounded on the other two. âYou shouldnât get involved with that guy,â he told them sharply.
âWhy not?â Nima shrugged. âMoney is money, right?â
âCanât you see heâs stirring things up? Heâs a troublemaker.â
Pemba turned on Kami. âSo what? All he needs is one stupid photo. If we can make some honest money out of it then who cares?â
âBut itâs not honest money,â Kami insisted, âthe boss is the boss. Youâd be betraying him.â
âAnyway, maybe nothingâs going to happen,â Nima said sulkily. âThe boss will keep his hands off that girl and thatâll be the end of it.â
âJust forget about it,â Kami told them.
Back in the Sherpa tent, Kami found sleep was elusive. The row with Nima and Pemba had been upsetting and he was angry with Nima for siding against him.
When he did manage to slip away he was plagued by unsettling dreams.
The next day turned into something of a fiasco. The late night party had left the press guys groggy and their faces were a picture when they realised there was a brisk thirty-minute climb up a steep hill