“Did he?”
“Oh, yes. He said the bank had thunt if absolutely the highest regard for you and he wanted to do anything he could to help you acquire the property. I had no idea you were such an important man.”
“Neither did I.”
There was a long silence. Nok apparently expected me to fill it. I didn’t.
“Ah…” Nok sounded tentative. Under the circumstances, I could hardly blame her. “Shall I tell them you’re interested?”
“No.”
“But your wife…” Nok abruptly stopped talking and slid into an uncertain silence.
“What about her?” I asked.
“When I called her she said you would definitely be interested and that was why she gave me your number. She asked me to call you.”
“Well, she was wrong. Please tell BankThai we are not going to buy that house at any price. Thank you for calling.”
I hung up before Nok could say anything else and tilted back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest.
This was turning into a fine mess, wasn’t it? The last thing I needed was to have my name bandied about in connection with an offer by a Thai bank of an under-the-table deal to buy an expensive vacation house in Phuket. The implications were legion, and none of them were good.
After stewing over Nok’s call for a while longer, I picked the telephone up again and dialed Anita at home. She answered on the third ring and I skipped right past the usual pleasantries.
“What do you know about this house business, Anita?”
“Well, hello, darling. And thank you for calling. I love you, too.”
“I’m sorry to be so abrupt, Anita, but I’m working up a real mad-on here. Did you talk to BankThai about that house in Phuket without telling me?”
“No, Jack, I didn’t.”
Anita’s tone had turned icy, which I probably deserved, but I plowed ahead anyway.
“You talked to no one at that bank?”
“No one.”
“Did you talk to anyone else?”
“No.”
“Then why in Christ’s name would someone at BankThai suddenly call this real estate agent and…”
I trailed off, turning the woman’s story around in my mind looking for some kind of an explanation.
“Look, Jack. Sometimes nice things do-”
“Oh shit,” I interrupted.
I could almost hear Anita’s bewilderment in the silence that followed.
“What in the world is wrong with you, Jack? This is wonderful news and you’re treating it like some kind of calamity. The bank has offered to-”
“You don’t get it do you, Anita?” I interrupted again before she could get wound up.
“No,” her voice faltered. “I guess I don’t.”
“Just stop and think a moment.”
There was a brief silence.
“What am I supposed to be thinking about, Jack?”
“Anita, I didn’t talk to anyone about this house. You didn’t di suptalk to anyone about this house. Even the real estate agent didn’t talk to anyone about this house. So why do you suppose the bank just rang up all of a sudden and offered to reduce the price by eighty percent and loan us the full amount?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you think somebody must have told them we looked at the property, then gave them a pretty good push to help us out?”
“You’re saying that somebody’s trying to do us a favor?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh, I see. You think somebody wants to do us a favor and then ask you for something in return.”
“Right again,” I said. “Now who would that somebody most likely be?”
“I can’t imagine who… oh, shit.”
“Bingo. A big cigar for the little lady.”
This time the silence was longer and I let it stretch on until Anita eventually broke it.
“How do you suppose that US marshal guy found out about the house, Jack?”
“Give me back the cigar.”
“What?”
“You’ve got it wrong, Anita. It’s not the marshals.”
“Then who is it?
“Come on, Anita. Don’t be ridiculous. Think. Who could possibly have the clout to be behind something like this? Mr. Plato Karsarkis himself, I’d wager.”
“Oh, Jack, I don’t think so. Plato wouldn’t be so sneaky. If he wanted something, I think he’d just come out and ask you for it.”
“He
“Don’t you think you’re being just a little egocentric, Jack?”
“A little
“I’m just saying, I’m sure there are plenty of people Plato can call on if he needs help. He hardly has to sit up nights thinking up ways to lure you into his debt.”
I sighed. It was obvious Anita liked Plato Karsarkis regardless of the dire warnings she had given me about him. In fact, even if she decided I was right and Karsarkis was indeed behind the sudden and unexplained generosity of BankThai, I’d bet she was more likely to say it was just a friendly gesture from a nice man than to see it as the cynical dangle which I was absolutely certain it was.
“We are not going to buy that house, Anita.”
“Maybe Plato has nothing to do with this.”
“And maybe I just saw a flock of pigs flap by outside my window. I will not buy that house, Anita, and you can’t either. You can’t put me in that position.”
I could feel waves of bad vibrations coming down the telephone line at me.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Jack, but I don’t take orders from you.”
“I’m not giving you orders, Anita, I’m trying to get you to understand that-” amp;mdrom
“You will not tell me what to do, Jack. I’m very angry with you and I am going to hang up now. Good- bye.”
And with that Anita put down the telephone.
I hung up, too. Then I sat quietly for a while trying to calm the loud buzzing sound that had started up somewhere in my head.
Eventually I retrieved my Montecristo from the ashtray where I had abandoned it when Nok called and relit it. I took a long pull, filling my mouth with the bittersweet smoke and exhaling in a long, protracted stream. That helped, at least a little.
I stood up and walked over to the windows. The heavy particles of chemical crud that made up a good part of Bangkok’s air occasionally captured and diffused the last light of day in a way which caused a soft, mango-colored fog to creep over the city right before sunset. When that happened, it made the city seem almost unbearably if only fleetingly romantic.
I stood at the window and watched the sun sink out of sight behind the mirrored office towers that lined Silom Road. I waited for the mango fog, but it never came.
