be a police matter.” He pulled his briefcase out from under the seat in front of him, put his book away and then followed the stewardess down the aisle with Sergeant Lee at his heels. There was a male steward wearing a dark grey suit standing at the curtain, and he held it back for them to go through the galley to the business class section. Three stewardesses were gathered in the galley, whispering to each other. Inspector Zhang could see from their worried faces that something was very wrong.
“What has happened?” Inspector Zhang asked the steward. He was wearing a badge that identified him as the Chief Purser, Stanley Yip.
“The Captain would like to talk to you,” said the steward. “He is by the cockpit.” He moved a second curtain and motioned for the inspector to go through.
There were thirty seats in the business class section, two seats at each window and a row of two in the middle. A large Indian man wearing a crisp white shirt with black and yellow epaulettes was standing by the toilet at the head of the cabin, talking to a stewardess. He looked up and saw Inspector Zhang and waved for him to join him.
“I am Captain Kumar,” said the pilot, holding out his hand. He was at least six inches taller than Inspector Zhang, with muscular forearms and a thick moustache and jet black hair.
Inspector Zhang shook hands with the pilot and introduced himself and his sergeant.
The pilot nodded at the sergeant and then turned back to the inspector. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “We have a problem, Inspector. A passenger has died.” The pilot pointed over at the far side of the cabin, and for the first time Inspector Zhang noticed a figure covered in a blanket huddled against the fuselage. The window’s shutter was down.
“Then it is a doctor you need to pronounce death, not an officer of the law,” said Inspector Zhang.
“Oh, there’s no doubt that he’s dead, Inspector. In fact he has been murdered.”
“And you are sure it was murder and not simply a heart attack or a stroke? Has he been examined by a doctor?”
“According to the Chief Purser he is definitely dead, and there is a lot of blood from a wound in his chest.”
“Who put the blanket over the victim?” asked Inspector Zhang.
“The Chief Purser, Mr. Yip. He thought it best so as not to upset the passengers. He did it before he informed me.”
“The body should always be left uncovered at a crime scene,” said Inspector Zhang. “Otherwise the scene can be contaminated.”
“I think it was probably the first time he had come across a crime scene in the air, but I shall make sure that he knows what to do in future,” said the Captain.
“I still don’t understand why you need my services,” said Inspector Zhang. “We are on Thai soil. This is surely a matter for the Thai police.”
“It’s not as simple as that, Inspector Zhang,” said the Captain. “I have already spoken to my bosses back in Singapore, and they have spoken to the Commissioner of Police, and he would like to talk to you.” He handed the Inspector a piece of paper on which had been written a Singapore cell phone number. “He said you were to call him immediately.” He waved a hand at the door behind him. “You are welcome to use the toilet if you would like some privacy.”
Inspector Zhang looked around the cabin. The four cabin attendants were watching him from the galley, and there were seven passengers sitting in the first-class section, all looking at him. “I think you’re right,” he said. “Please excuse me.” He nodded at Sergeant Lee. “Sergeant, please make sure that no further contamination of the crime scene occurs, and make sure that everyone remains seated.” He handed her his briefcase. “And please put this somewhere for me.”
“I will, sir,” said Sergeant Lee as Inspector Zhang pushed open the door to the toilet and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and looked around. The room had been recently cleaned and smelt of air freshener.
Inspector Zhang took out his cell phone and slowly tapped out the number that the Captain had given him. The Commissioner answered on the third ring. Inspector Zhang had never spoken to the Commissioner before and had only ever seen him at a distance or on television, but there was no mistaking the man’s quiet authority on the other end of the line. “I understand that there is a problem on the plane, Inspector Zhang.”
“Yes, sir, there is a body.”
“Indeed there is. And from what the Captain has said, it is a case of murder.”
“I can’t confirm that, sir, as I have not done anything in the way of an investigation. But the pilot tells me that the man is dead and that there is a lot of blood. Sir, we are on Thai soil, and as such any investigation should properly be carried out by the Thai police.”
The Commissioner sighed. “I wish that life were as simple as that,” he said. “There are a number of issues that require resolving before the case is passed over to the Thais, not the least being that we need to know exactly where the plane was when the murder was committed. If it was in international air space, then it will be a case for us to handle in Singapore. We also need to take into account the nationality of the victim and the perpetrator.”
“The perpetrator?” repeated Inspector Zhang. “Are you suggesting that I solve the crime before allowing the Thai police on board?”
“I am told that you do have a talent for solving mysteries, Inspector Zhang. And from what I have heard, it is a mystery that confronts us.”
“But we have no forensic team. I am not even sure of the cause of death.”
“If a murder has been committed, the one thing we can be sure of is that the murderer is still on the plane. So long as the doors remain closed, the murderer has nowhere to go.”
“So I am to conduct an investigation before anyone can leave the plane?”
“Exactly,” said the Commissioner.
“But this is a Boeing 777-200, sir. There must be more than two hundred people on board.”
“All the more reason to get started, Inspector Zhang. I have already spoken to my opposite number in the Royal Thai Police Force, and he is happy for us to proceed. To be honest, Inspector Zhang, they would be content for you to solve the case and for us to fly the killer home to stand trial in Singapore.”
“But if we don’t solve the crime, then the plane remains a crime scene and will have to stay in Bangkok for the foreseeable future?”
“Exactly,” said the Commissioner. “And nobody wants that. The last thing we want is for the world to believe that our national airline was somehow tainted by what has happened. Inspector Zhang, I am assured that you are the man who can handle this smoothly and efficiently.”
“I shall do my best, Commissioner,” said Inspector Zhang.
“I am sure you will,” said the Commissioner, and he ended the call.
Inspector Zhang put away his cell phone and stared at his reflection as he drew back his shoulders and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, then took out a plastic comb and carefully arranged his hair. Then he removed his spectacles and polished them with his handkerchief. He was fifty-four years old and had served the Singapore Police Force for almost thirty of those years, but he could count on the fingers of one hand the true murder investigations that he had been involved with. Most murders, especially in Singapore, were committed by relatives or co-workers, and generally investigations required little in the way of detecting skills. But what he now faced was a true mystery, a mystery that he had to solve. He put his spectacles back on and tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket. He took another deep breath and then let himself out of the toilet.
“So what is happening?” asked Captain Kumar. “Can we let the passengers off?”
“I am afraid not,” said Inspector Zhang. “I have been authorised to carry out an investigation. Until then, the doors remain closed.”
“What assistance can I offer you?” asked the pilot.
“I will first examine the body. Then I need to speak to the Chief Purser and to whoever discovered the body.” He nodded at Sergeant Lee, who was already taking out her notepad and pen. “Come with me, Sergeant,” he said.
He stood in the middle of the cabin and held up his warrant card. “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Inspector Zhang of the Singapore Police Force,” he said. “As you are no doubt aware, there has been an incident on board this flight. I would be grateful if you would all stay in your seats until I have had a chance to examine the scene.”
