Chapter 16
Beau sat in his minuscule apartment’s even tinier living room and contemplated the miracle that was Tiffany Collins.
She’d had no reason whatsoever to come to the airport and pick him up personally. Nor reason to drive him home, see him tucked in safe. No reason to stock his apartment’s half-sized fridge with food, or leave handwritten notes under a packet of microwavable noodles on where to find the local bodega, or directions to the office building, including which taxi companies to call and more specific advice about the local drivers being more than willing to scam a “touts” by failing to engage the meter.
She’d left an envelope of Thai bahts and a chart with the current exchange rate. Under no circumstances are you to pay a cab driver more than 400tbh to get to the offic
