Dave had slept for a solid nine hours after his night out with Jim. When he awoke there was no trace of jet lag and, thankfully, no trace of a hangover. He showered and headed down to the gym for an hour, followed by a few laps of the pool. By the time he had finished swimming, he realised he was utterly famished and made his way to the restaurant for a relatively late breakfast. While he was finishing his coffee, his phone beeped with an incoming email from Jim.
‘Morning, Dave, hope you slept well. I have to fly up to Chiang Mai today but I spoke to my computer guy and he’s agreed to meet you this afternoon. His name’s Zed – don’t ask why – and he’ll be in the food court of Terminal 21 at 2pm. I’ve sent him a photo of you so he will approach you. Just sit anywhere in the area and order c
