Koh Tang
K
hin brewed tea for himself and the captain in his little hut. It was the least he could do after keeping the man waiting for two hours while he dealt with administrative matters. The payroll had to be met. Security men had to be paid with extra cash so they would reliably remain sober and police the others. And more cash had to be allotted for the food and liquor runs that were scheduled for the next day. He needed at least one of his trusted men in each of the two skiffs picking up supplies at Koh Rong Sonloem, where more money would be disbursed to their contact filching liquor for them from one of the hotels. His cash box was nearly empty, and Khin made a mental note to visit his source in Sattahip sometime over the next three weeks to pick up more. Cash was king among the
