The Black Widow
As if a murder and a secret daughter weren’t enough, now there was a ship promising to make us rich, too. I was further inebriated by this latest announcement. Noticing my silence, Pindar took a deep breath, looked over his shoulder gestured for me to lean closer. Our faces were lit only by the faint candle flame in the middle of the table. The shadows on our faces made everything even more surreal.
‘In 1992 the Black Widow docked at Thilawa, in what was then Burma,’ Mr P. started telling me. ‘It was a seaport I often visited. I befriended a miner, a certain Daw, who, after working his arse off all day sixty feet underground looking for rubies, used to have a drink with us sailors. Mines feed the majority of the Thilawan population, but I can assure you that breathing in
