bat an eye. The stouter of the two pawed the door open and gestured for her to go inside.
The suite was huge, occupying at least a quarter of the total club area. Pu excused himself from his discussion with the two men he’d arrived with and motioned for her to accompany him to his adjacent private office. She took a seat in front of his hand-carved desk, and he closed the door behind him before plopping down in the black leather executive chair.
“What you want?” he demanded.
“I want to buy the girl.”
“She not for sale. That not how things work. You go home now,” he snapped.
“I want her for myself. I’ll pay good money. How much?”
“You police?”
“No.”
“Reporter?”
“No.”
“Who are you?”
“Someone who wants to give you a lot of cash for the girl. Tonight. Easiest money you ever made.”
“She not for sale,” Pu repeated, but in a tone that left the door open.
“What did you pay for her? Five hundred dollars? A thousand?”
“None of your business.”
“I’ll give you ten thousand dollars for her. Right now.”
Pu acted insulted. “No way. Bye-bye, lady. Talk over. Enjoy a drink on me.” His English was improving.
“Fifteen thousand. In your hand. You’re never going to make that much.”
“You no understand the economics, do you? She good for two hundred thousand dollars over next two to three years. Then she too old, but still good for hundred an hour.” He reached over and stabbed at the oversized keys of a calculator and then held the screen up so she could see it. There were a lot of zeroes.
“She no for sale. Have a nice night. We done,” Pu said dismissively, then rose.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars tonight for the girl. You can buy twenty like her for that.”
“Not like her. She special.”
“You know that’s a good deal.”
“Then you go buy twenty. You no hear so good. Talk over. Bye-bye.” He depressed a button on the underside of his desk, and one of the bodyguards appeared within seconds. “Show nice lady out. Bye-bye, nice lady.”
“You’ll be sorry you didn’t take the money.”
“Sure I will. Remember, next beer on me.”
The oversized thug grabbed her arm, and she shrugged free, debating whether to cripple him, and then acquiesced. Her objective wasn’t to cause a spectacle. Jet forced herself to think of Hannah. That was the long term plan.
A girl in a schoolgirl uniform, who appeared to be all of sixteen, was climbing the stairs to the stage, a Burmese python draped around her shoulders. Jet hurried to Rob, who sensed something was badly wrong.
“Let’s get out of here. Now,” she demanded.
“Why? What happened?”
“I’ll tell you in the car.”
The gladiator appeared as if by magic next to them with two beers on a tray. “Compliments of the management,” she said in a squeaky voice and then placed the drinks on their table. Onstage, the girl was walking around, brandishing the snake, which was a juvenile, barely four feet long. The crowd whooped, and the men in the bachelor party stamped their feet.
“Let’s go,” Jet repeated.
“Sit and drink your beer. Calm your ass down. You’re making a scene,” he said evenly and then raised his beer in a toast across the room to the bartendress, who for no reason either of them could fathom was wearing a Santa hat in addition to a red negligee. She winked at them and returned to wiping down the bar with a rag.
“I’m behaving consistently with our cover.”
“What did you do?” He took another sip.
“I made an offer to buy Lawan.”
He almost blew his beer through his nose.
“You what? Are you out of your mind? So you met Pu? Talked to him?”
“I want to help her. Somebody has to.”
“Not you. You don’t have to. That’s not your job. It isn’t why you’re here.” He took a breath. “How did it go?”
“Not so well. He refused.”
“What did you offer?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five hundred dollars? You’re low.”
“Twenty-five thousand.”
“You’re insane. For a girl you just met.”
“For a human being in trouble.”
“I gather he wasn’t interested?”
“Correct. By his calculations, she’s worth a half million to him.”
Rob whistled. “Wow.”
“Yes. Apparently, the money in child sex abuse is big.”
He drained his beer. “Okay. I agree we should get out of here. But you’ve just made it very difficult for us to come back. Ever.”
“It doesn’t matter now. We have the tracker in his watch. As far as I’m concerned, I never want to see this shithole again.” The schoolgirl was now performing a provocative dance with the snake, to the delight of the spectators, the music having slowed to a pulsing Middle Eastern beat, presumably evocative of snake charmers.
Jet pushed to her feet. “Come on. I’m done with this.”
Rob followed her to the exit after flipping two hundred baht onto the table. They were just pushing the curtain aside as a moan went up from the crowd.
“You leaving now? You miss the best part!” the street hustler admonished at the exit and then stepped out of Jet’s way when he caught a glimpse of her eyes.
Rob shrugged at him.
“Touch me, I break your arm,” she warned the man, who backed slowly away, his hands held high.
“Okay. Have a good night, lovebirds,” he sang with a cackle and then spun, off in search of more prospects.
“You handled that well,” Rob said as her boot heels snicked against the sidewalk.
“Don’t talk to me. I need a minute.”
“Sure thing. You just about blew our entire operation, but no sweat. Take some ‘me’ time. Why not?”
She threw him a black look and then slowed.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be. I thought you were pro. Mind telling me what the hell was pro about any of that?”
“I figured it wouldn’t hurt. And it could have worked. Anyway, it was worth a try. No harm done. So we don’t go back to the club. Our job there is finished, anyway.”
Rob sighed. “I suppose it is.”
They resumed walking again and crossed the street to the next block. Tonight, the area was quieter than the prior evening, with only a few tuk tuks roaming the road in search of fares.
Neither of them had much to say. At the mouth of the alley where they’d parked, she hesitated. The area was as black as the night, the overhead light on the building by the car having burned out while they were inside. She was just about to warn Rob that something was wrong when a figure rushed out from the shadows and lunged at her with a knife.
