Chapter 35
Frank found a phone and dialled the same number he had before, pouring Baht coins into the slot. It took a while; several redials later, Frank heard Carl’s voice.
“Frank, good to hear you. There’s nothing on a Dean Whiteman, no one with a record anyway. I have some other news though. Your friend Richard Desmond is dead. He was found in his apartment, classic execution style. He was just a lowlife villain, but a connected one, doing anything for the highest bidder. He also had a record in the UK, petty stuff, drug trafficking.”
Frank took in the words as he watched a dog lying flat on its side, sleeping on the shaded platform as though it were dead. “He was assassinated?”
“Yep. Right or wrong, he’s out of the picture.”
“Jesus!” Frank paused before continuing: “Listen, I’ve g
