As the Emirates A380 made its final approach to Suvarnabhumi Airport, Dave finished off his glass of Shaw & Smith Chardonnay and fastened his seat belt. He had to admit, the indulgence of flying first class on an expense account was one thing he enjoyed about his job. Though there had been plenty times his investigations had seen him fly in conditions far less luxurious than this and flying first class hadn’t been the norm till he’d risen up the ranks of journalists at The Guardian to be one of their star writers. He looked out at the vast, sprawling metropolis of Bangkok, the city that never sleeps, the city of angels, new capital of noir, and home to a thousand broken dreams. It was one of his favourite cities in the world and one that he had spent a lot of time in, especially in his you
