Christopher G. Moore
Bangkok is one of the great cities in the world, but unlike other great metropolises it has no noir tales to its name. Bangkok Noir puts that to right. In this first ever noir anthology of Bangkok, twelve seasoned and internationally known-Thai and Western-writers have come together to make a powerful collection of crime fiction short stories that portray the dark side of this Asian metropolis where the lives of most citizens seem as far away from heaven as its Thai name Krungthep is distant from its meaning-City of Angels. In Bangkok Noir, the twelve short stories of various shades of black involve gangsters and hitmen, love and betrayal, the supernatural, the possessed and the dispossessed, and the far distant future. Titles in this collection include: John Burdett's Gone East, Stephen Leather's Inspector Zhang and the Dead Thai Gangster, Tew Bunnag's The Mistress Wants Her Freedom, Colin Cotterill's Halfhead, Pico Iyer's Thousand and One Nights, and Christopher G. Moore's Dolphin Inc.
front of the shirt was stained with blood that had pooled and congealed in the man’s lap. “This was how he was found?” asked the Inspector. “With the blood?” “Nothing has been touched,” said the Captain. “And who discovered that he was dead?” “It was one of the stewardesses.” “Could you get her for me, please?” said Inspector Zhang. He leant down over the body, taking a pen and using it to slide the jacket open. There was a small hole in the shirt just below the breastbone, and the shirt was
crew,” she said. “I was busy in the galley for some of the flight. Twice I had to clean the toilets, and I had to go to the cockpit with coffee for Captain Kumar and the first officer.” “She did,” said the Captain. “I always have a cup of coffee midway through a flight.” “Then I will need to talk to the rest of the cabin crew at some point,” said Inspector Zhang. “So tell me, Miss Sumin, was everything okay with Mr. Srisai during the flight?” “In what way, Inspector?” “Did anything out of the
the city, and made more money here, and—well, now she was what she’d always wanted to be. Her story had a happy ending. The other one, sweeter—I liked her more—said something about a “Mama” and a child, and her promise to keep them healthy by going to the big city. She’d come here and found that men weren’t very much in demand in the City of Angels. A month’s wages for a construction worker’s job would give her pennies to send home. And she’d thought of her mother waiting, her promise, and then
home base?” Shockley turned to Chinapat. “She is free to drink the iceberg water. Ten thousand years a sip. Once you’ve swallowed and digested the water time, you can phase back. Meanwhile, you’ll have another offer to consider.” 5.0 Where are you? Chinapat: Cross-check Highway, Chon Buri Province 28480, ALPHA 16 Vector Where are you? Seven: Meet you at Login node loading hydrogen atoms to emit microwaves at the frequency “091-centimetre line” sequencing OMEGA 7:33-39 router 5.1
her a tight crumple of bills. She tucked them into the front of her dress, brushed cement dust from the black fabric and leaned down to straighten Wallace’s shirt, which had been pulled up when he slid down the wall. Then she smoothed the long gray hair from his forehead. The boys filed out, leaving her there, her eyes on Wallace’s face. “Long time ago,” she said to no one, not even knowing she was speaking English. “Long time ago, I think you was hansum man.” Timothy Hallinan Timothy