Chapter 7
Dewey never arrived for dinner as planned and the meeting earlier was the last time anyone saw him alive. It was a week after his death that Inspector Chablis asked me to meet with him at the station. After we met he asked me to join him for lunch. As we sat down, he suggested that we order a drink and toss the dice to see who pays for lunch. Any time the dice are played, memories of the blast in the center of Saigon came rushing back into my thoughts. Particularly the scene where the dead mother was clutching her dead child in her arms. Of course he won which was fine with me.
“We found Dewey’s brief case, partially submerged in the overflow from a clogged drain,” was his comment. It was in the vicinity of where his body was found and covered with blood.”
It was then his reas
