The next few weeks passed quickly. I felt like I had purpose again for the first time since I had left Chiang Mai. Aya knew something was going on; she was more than intelligent sometimes; it was like she had a sixth sense. But she was also the type that unless she felt it was something that could negatively affect our relationship, she would not ask questions.
I was spending a lot of time online, using various encrypted email programmes on the Tor network to speak to some old friends back in Europe. I’d also contacted one of my prodigy chemists back in Chiang Mai and asked them to request an audience with the general. If I had asked him directly for a meeting, it would have come across, to him, as presumptuous farang assumption of being equals. Requesting an audience acknowledged my reco
