“Don’t move, Halim. Don’t give me an excuse to put a bullet in that miserable f*****g brain of yours. Keot, go and look after the girl, take her back in with her sister and the other women.”
Keot moved to the girl, putting his gun aside and lifting his hands to show he meant no harm while speaking softly to her. Chamreun moved to kneel beside Halim, pushing him roughly onto his front and zip-tying his wrists together behind his back, ignoring the cries of pain as he manhandled him.
“Listen, help me and I can make you rich, richer than any Okhna. You seem like an intelligent man, get me away from here and to my boat at Kep and I will fill your bank account. A million dollars, no, two million. What do you say?”
In answer, Chamreun leant forward and pushed a finger deep into the bullet wou
