Sam makes certain Channy left enough baht to pay the bill. Checking his phone, he searches for a text from Cindy. Still nothing. He decides to head across the street for dinner to a small restaurant that sells pho. He sits at an open-air counter and eats the delicious rice noodles drowned in chicken broth while drinking another cold Singha beer. The delicious hot broth makes his forehead bead with sweat while each sip of the beer cools him down. It is a wonderful give and take of flavors and a surprisingly pleasant contrast of temperatures. When he’s finished, he heads back to the hotel and his room on the fifth floor and waits for the text that is sure to come any minute.
When it does, he straps his .45 to his hip. Pulling a light blue blazer from his travel bag, he slips it on, allowing
