Soom tapped the shop window at four fifteen as she waddled past, Lek looked up from her computer, where she was showing Anne-Anne how to update customer feedback on the products and services they provided; she waved, but wasn’t sure whether Soom had seen her through the smoked glass. Soom found it easier to keep walking than to start and stop.
Twenty minutes later, Lek excused herself and told Anne-Anne to lock up as usual at five thirty and then join them for a drink if she fancied it.
“Hello, everyone! Craig, get me a beer will you, please and ask Nong to bring it over there?” she pointed at a table ten feet away. “Soom and I have a few phone calls to make. Soom, over here, darling. Got your phone? Let me carry your drink… a bit more ice first. Right we won’t be long.”
When they were
