into his left trouser leg before pulling out a black carbon fibre stiletto knife. He held it, with the tip pointing at Inspector Zhang’s chest, then he sighed and reversed the weapon and gave it to him.
Inspector Zhang took the knife between his thumb and finger. There was congealed blood on the blade. Sergeant Lee already had a clear plastic bag open for him and he dropped the knife into it.
Inspector Zhang stood up and the two Thai policemen pulled the bodyguard to his feet. He put up no resistance as they led him away.
“So the Thai police will take over the case?” asked Sergeant Lee.
“The victim was Thai, the murderer is Israeli. The crime was committed in Thai airspace. I think it best the Thais handle it.”
“And the Commissioner will be satisfied with that?”
Inspector Zhang smiled. “I think so far as the plane is allowed to fly back to Singapore, the Commissioner will be happy,” he said.
Sergeant Lee closed her notebook and put it away. “You solved an impossible mystery, Inspector Zhang.”
“Yes, I did,” agreed the Inspector. “But the real mystery is who recommended Mr. Gottesman in the first place, and I fear that is one mystery that will never be solved.
“Perhaps you could help the Thai Police with the investigation.”
Inspector Zhang’s smile widened. “What a wonderful idea, Sergeant. I shall offer them my services.”
