Prayers completed, Chamreun exited his office and went to meet his squad waiting outside.
The team split into their two black Hummer H2s and pulled out of the base. The traffic was the usual nose-to-tail, tuk tuks and motos weaving into gaps and self-important Lexus drivers using their horns to announce their approaching egos. Both of Chamreun’s drivers were highly trained and kept up a steady pace while maintaining their calm even in the face of so much chaos. Chamreun had deliberately made the rendezvous with the Gendarmerie at a time that would not necessitate a rush through the roads of Phnom Penh. There was no way the governor, or any of his henchmen, would know that the clock was ticking rapidly downwards on his time in power or as a free man. Even with some sort of deal he was faci
