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“I’m sure it’s not that.” Tex tried assuring me. “Maybe she’s into something and didn’t want to get you wrapped up in it.”
“I have to go.” I said and hung up abruptly.
I wasn’t sure where to go from there.
There was nothing in the house to give me a clue and nothing Tex found was remotely helpful.
I went through the house again then left, making my way back to the police station I worked from.
I’d been there a while, but hadn’t managed to make any friends. And it didn’t help that my father was one of biggest names in the art world and had made some enemies.
Each time I walked in, people whispered.
At first it hurt my feelings—but after about five years there, I simply ignored them.
They didn’t come for me anymore—one person tried—I made him regret it.
I was pretty sure each time he saw me, he hurt in places he didn’t know existed until I took him down and left him twitching on the floor.
I didn’t like fighting—but I was no one’s doormat.
Alone at my cubicle, I put my badge and gun in my desk drawer and booted up my computer. I really didn’t have any cases with anything going on at that time.
I just didn’t want to go home.
It was nothing but silence there.
Instead, I went through flights leaving Suvarnabhumi International Airport. Between the time I last heard from her and the time I realized something was wrong, there were no direct flights from Suvarnabhumi International Airport into Australia.
It meant, if she was going to Australia, she would have had to change flights somewhere between Thailand and Australia.
She could have gone into Singapore for a connection, or Kuala Lumpur—I sighed.
If her name wasn’t on a manifest, then there really wasn’t any way of tracking her.
I wasn’t going to go under the impression she hadn’t left on a flight. She wouldn’t be sitting in airport lock up for that long without calling out. And with Taz’s skills—she would have been out.
She had gotten on a plane—the only thing now was to find out which one and where to.
Getting an idea, I asked Tex for a list of the manifests of all planes leaving Bangkok that had passengers with connections to Australia. After he sent them, I printed and sat down with a marker.
“Nong.”
I looked up to see my captain and stood.
“Your new partner is here.” He explained.
“Captain, that was today?”
“Khap.” He replied. “He’s here. Follow me to my office.”
I sighed, put aside my work and followed the man to his office.
There, a man, slightly taller than me, but younger turned to face me. I knew why I was getting a cop fresh out of training. No one else trusted me and they didn’t want to work with me.
After the introductions, I walked Beam back to where I was sitting and where he would be across from me. Once we were seated, he looked around.
“Is there a reason we are placed so far from others, P?” He wanted to know.