Manner Of Death English Translation

Chapter 6

I pull the car to the side as soon as I hear Prae cry.

"What's wrong ?" I ask without looking at the young woman sitting in the passenger seat. I noticed Prae's unusual behavior as soon as she got in the car. She still wears her banker's uniform where she works. She brings her hands to her face, sobbing. I let out a long sigh. "Prae?"

"I know everything Bunn," Her beautiful tear-filled eyes suddenly lift up to me. His gaze is filled with anger.

"You know what?"

"Why do you have to do this? How many women have been screwed? Don't you have mercy ?!" Prae asks in a loud voice. I'm about to ask her what she's talking about when she adds. "What did I do to deserve this? Did I hurt you?"

"Wait, wait! What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"The fact that you are gay Bunn! And that you go out with women for cover!"

My heart almost stops beating. I don't know where she got this information from. "What are you talking about?" I repeat.

"Your ex told me everything Bunn. He's a friend of a friend of mine. He found out we were dating, so he told him to tell me about it." She rolls up her sleeves and wipes her tears. I stay still, trying to digest this information. My ex, um? Since I have been working for the government, it is true that I have not met many people. However, the only women I have ever had a relationship with are Kai, the emergency room nurse, and Prae who is in front of me. I don't think Kai knows I'm gay. The reason for our breakup was our difference, she found me unapproachable.

"And you believe that?" My eyes are fixed on the street bathed in the light of the setting sun. I'm still trying to figure out who could have talked to her about this.

The name of a person comes to mind despite our story being over for more than 10 years.

Tarr.

"I didn't want to believe it, but the things my friend told me made me lose confidence in you."

I said nothing, thinking that I should feel more shocked. But no, I stay calm, what Prae tells me does not disturb me. I don't think about the crying woman next to me at all, instead I think about the stranger claiming to be my ex-boyfriend and talking to Prae's friend about me. Having moved to a remote province made me believe that I could leave everything behind. I never thought the past would resurface and haunt me here.

"I'm not gay. But if I disappointed you, you have the right to break up with me." I told her in an impassive voice. Prae looks at me dumbfounded, her eyes widening.

"After all this time... I never understood... what you had in mind Bunn," she said sobbing, "it's like you have to constantly hide something. Stop lying... Please stop disappointing women. Can you promise me that you won't do this again? Let me be the last."

I take some Kleenex from the glove box and then hand them to Prae. "I am sorry." It's like I'm confessing and telling him that. She takes the handkerchief from my hand and pats her face with it.

"I can't continue our relationship anymore."

"I know," I lean back against the headrest, exhausted. I feel guilty. I really hurt her. She turns to me and laughs dryly.

"You're unfazed Bunn," she sniffles, looking away to the window. "No need to pick me up tomorrow."

"Are we really going to break up over some rumors?" I ask her quickly in return.

"In part yes. But on the other hand I think you and I won't work. You're in a world where you don't let anyone in. And now this. I honestly don't know who you are at all. I don't want to stay like this. " Prae takes off the necklace I gave her for our six-month relationship. She takes my hand and carefully deposits the silver chain in my palm.

I tighten the chain between my fingers feeling completely empty. Once again, a woman left me. It was like I was cursed since the day I broke up with Tarr.

As soon as I get home, I try to find a way to get in touch with the person responsible for my breakup. I haven't seen Tarr since I entered college. It shouldn't be difficult to contact someone now. Unfortunately, cell phones were not considered essential and the internet was not a part of everyday life at the time. I have no idea how to contact Tarr.

All I could do was type his name into the search engine. I remember it 'Nutdanai'. I'm trying the f*******: profiles that have this name in English and Thai. I still can't find anything after an hour of searching. Of course, I give up. Even if I find a way to get in touch with Tarr and find out how he found out about my relationship with Prae and he's still mad at me over our separation, it wouldn't change the fact that Prae and I had just broken up.

I will then leave this problem aside. At least Prae is free from a hypocrite like me. She will meet someone else, a man who will truly love her.

...

"It's a coronary artery occlusion," I look at a man's heart, split into different pieces on the table. The deceased's main coronary artery is completely constricted, which is the main result of cardiac arrest and his death in the hospital bed. It is my job to determine the reasons for death when it arises unnaturally. This old man could not have woken up during his stay in the hospital. We tried to wake him up for 30 minutes before his family decided to stop our efforts. Subsequently, his body was taken to me to find out the cause of death. I take off my gloves and throw them in the trash, I take off my gown before going to my office to fill out the death certificate.

"You don't look good today Dr. Bunn." Anun, one of my middle-aged coworkers, who is my right-hand man, walks up to me.

"Really?" I tell him, "Too much activity do you think?"

Anun sneers, "Can you joke even when you're in a bad mood? I won't bore you anymore. Let's send this body and go home. I miss my wife." Anun goes to the table where the body of the lifeless man was lying down.

I leave the service once my work is finished. My eyes move to the chair I was sitting in earlier today, remembering the words of the person who approached me when I was there.

"What must I do so that you can believe me?" Tann asks me, sitting down on a chair next to me. He was still wearing a black shirt similar to the one the day before. "What time are you finishing? I'll pick you up and we'll go out to eat together."

His invitation surprised me. I didn't answer him, but Tann had made the decision that I had to have office hours. He said he would come and pick me up at 4:30 p.m. and that while waiting for me he would go and help prepare Janejira's funeral, which was taking place in a temple near the hospital.

"I need to talk to you."

There's no way I'm going out to eat with a murderer. If I get in his car, I could end up murdered.

My footsteps stop me in my run when I think about it a little more. No... I shouldn't be afraid that he will kill me now: he can't kill me, not yet, because I had not yet given the final autopsy report to the police. Not only couldn't he finish me off, he couldn't hurt me either. Because if he does, it's like confessing. So I will use this advantage to approach him and find clues that will point him to guilt.

Decided, I return to the Medico-Legal Department, in order to take something to protect myself. I walk into the autopsy room and stealthily grab a scalpel without letting Anun get away. see. He will probably have a fit if he notices the scalpel is missing.

When I walk through the door again I see the tall figure of the man in the black shirt wait for me. I stare at Tann's face, resisting the urge to grab him by the collar and pull the truth of this man in front of me.

Tann looks relieved when he sees me. "Thanks for coming with me,"

"Or?" I ask in a tone not very cordial.

"Where we can chat. You can choose because you probably won't trust if I am the one who decides where we are going. "

I stop for a moment, thinking. "Alright, we'll take my car. If you refuse, there's no way we will have a discussion. "

Tann blocks a moment before smiling softly. "As you wish, Doc."

...

I take Tann to a restaurant not far from the hospital. It is one of the most famous regional specialty restaurants in the city. I choose to come here because this restaurant is often crowded—with locals and tourists—which makes me feel more secure. I turn into the parking lot in front of the restaurant.

I notice Tann keeps giving me glances all the way. We did not talk. Tann must want to reserve the discussion for the restaurant.

A waiter invites us, Tann and I, to sit at a table for two. As soon as I sit down, I begins "Okay, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Tann, who was looking at the menu, remains silent for a moment and then tells me. "You can eat Laab Nuer, can't you Doc?"

This is not what I wanted to talk about. I give him a look and answer him. "Don't beat around the bush."

"We'll talk, but it's not a good idea to leave the table empty. Allow me to order for you." Tann raises his hand to call a waiter and orders three local dishes. "Sticky or steamed rice?"

I sigh to release the tension in me. "Steamed rice."

"An extra dish of steamed rice, and for the pork, slightly spicy please." Tann tells the waitress in the local dialect and gives her the menu.

The first thing I learn about Tann now that we were face to face is that he is the region.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a glass of water." Tann turns to me and asks, "You want to drink something?"

"Some water." I watch Tann's behavior with my attentive gaze. Once the dishes are ordered, Tann comes back to me, his hands clasped on the table. His clean and attractive features appear placid and calm.

"I'm ready," Tann told me with a more serious demeanor. "What you told me last night, is that true? "

"What do you think?" I reply in order to avoid answering.

Tann is surprised by my answer. "What do you want me to think...? A person like you can't invent that sort of thing up to set a trap for me. I think you have been threatened and are trying to find the murderer yourself." Tann falls silent for a moment before continuing, "The reason I wanted to talk to you is that you take me for the killer. I want to prove my innocence before it's too late."

I react to these words "What do you mean 'too late'?"

"Before you go to the police to tell them that I committed homicide when I did nothing. My life will become a lot more difficult than it already is, especially when I can see you. are close to the police. They will necessarily believe you. And I will have big problems." Tann stops when the waitress arrives, serving us drinks. When she walks away, he continues. "I have come today with two objectives: one is to prove my innocence and the second is to help you find the culprit. If Jane has really been killed, and if the police are involved then I want to help."

This is probably the advantage of being a teacher. Tann is articulate and credible. But I can't trust him. "How can you prove that you haven't done anything?"

"Witness," Tann grabs his smartphone and searches for something on it. "The night of December 10, I was at school, I taught until almost 7:00 p.m. From 7:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. I went to my friend's wedding at the Erawan Hotel. Hundreds of witnesses took me there. have seen." He turns his phone towards me. He deliberately shows me pictures of himself and the newlywed couple. "After that, I went out drinking with three of my friends." Tann takes a napkin on which he writes the number of three people. "I drank with them until 2:00 am and then we ended the night at this person's house where we stayed to sleep." And he points his finger at one of the numbers, handing me the napkin. "You can call them. They can all confirm that I was with them. I got up around 10:00 the next morning and tried to reach Jane. She wasn't answering my calls. I was worried so I went. went to her house. I knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. She was depressed, I was afraid she would hurt herself. I went to find the janitor and asked her to open the apartment... you know the rest. "

What Tann just told me coincides with what I had learned from Captain Aem. I look at the phone numbers he just gave me.

"What do you think, Doc? Does Jane's time of death coincide when no one can confirm that I was alone?"

I estimated the time of her death to be between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. on the night of December 11, which brings up when Tann went out drinking with his friends and then went to one of them, "I would like to call your friends to begin with."

I walk out of the table, picking up the napkin to walk away and call everyone who said they stayed with him all night. The three of them answered my call and confirmed that Tann was fine with them. I return to the table, completely disconcerted. All the dishes Tann ordered are served.

"So?" Tann asks me.

"You didn't do this with them, did you?"

He lets out a little laugh that I really dislike. "You're pretty suspicious of the genre but I can understand. If I were you I would do the same, I think."

I breathe in irritation. How long has it been since I let my emotions run free in front of someone? I don't even remember it. "Good, I believe you."

Tann smiles, relieved. "Even though your face says otherwise, hearing you say it gives me relief." He takes one of the dishes near him and serves me.

"I can take care of it myself." Why does he have to do this? Does he think he can impress me by serving me? Does he think I'm a woman or what?

"What happened to you? Were you hit or was it an accident?" he asks me, taking a bite of rice.

"What about the your injury on temple?" I answered him. Tann's blue turned green showing its evolution.

Tann remains silent and raises his hand to touch his head. "Motorcycle accident. I wasn't wearing a helmet. It wasn't serious so I didn't go to a doctor."

"I absolutely do not see you on a motorcycle," and above all I do not see any other injuries that suggest a motorcycle accident.

"It happened the day before yesterday," Tann remains calm with no sign of agitation. "Besides, I still don't know your name. What should I call you, Doc?" He quickly changes the subject.

I am still not convinced by these explanations. But I let it go, maybe he will let something slip out. "Bunnakit."

"Good, Dr. Bunnakit., I'm Tann but you already know that." Tann answers me familiarly, putting his cutlery in his dish and grabbing my hand catching me off guard. "Let me help you find the murderer, Bunn."

And this is what happens: my heart is racing for no reason. I move my hand away quickly, my heart always acts like this when I'm with Tann. The first time was at the crime scene. I thought it must have come from my state of excitement to be on a new investigation. The second time was at his school when I saw him. This time I thought it was because of the fear I was feeling.

And I'm sure it's fear this time around too.