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battered Willys jeep
pulled up at the hut. A middle-aged man jumped down. He wore thick spectacles
and faded denims. As he walked into the hut the two Cambodian women looked at
him alertly, then they relaxed. Connie Crum was putting a thick elastic band
around the dollar bills. She gave him a genuine smile.
    "Welcome
back!"
    He sat
down, glancing at the big wad of money. He spoke in French: "A good
trade?"
    Her
smiled widened. "No, Van. A very bad one. He paid eighty-five thousand
dollars for stones worth twice that much."
    "Have
you become a philanthropist?"
    "Not
at all. He was a virgin. It was his first time. When he gets back to Bangkok he
will make a big profit and believe that I'm not as clever as he had heard.
He'll come back for more, and again he'll make a very good profit. That will
happen three or four times, and then he will be both confident and very greedy.
That's when I'll castrate him."
    The
Vietnamese grinned at her with affection.
    She
asked: "What news do you bring from America?"
    "It
moves along," he answered. "I delivered the dogtag and the piece of
paper on the third of last month. The old man left for Europe two days later
and returned to San Diego after a week. Our people saw Creasy entering his
house on the evening of the thirteenth. He stayed for one hour. As instructed,
our people did not try to follow him."
    She had
sat back in the rough wooden chair. Her eyes were fixed at a spot on the wall
above and behind Van's head. "Can you trust those people?" she asked.
    He
shrugged. "They are American and they love money. The detective agency has
a good reputation. They did not know Creasy's name; they only had his
description. They described the man who entered the Bentsens' house exactly.
There is no doubt it was Creasy."
    She
reached for the dollars, stood up and stretched her lithe body. She did not
look feline. It was the body of a racing snake: but her smile was as contented
as that of any cat that had just spied a sleepy mouse.

Chapter 07
    It has
been said that if you want to make contact with any individual in any city
anywhere in the world, it should not take more than three phone calls.
    Jens
Jensen believed in that saying. In this case, he needed a reliable Danish
contact in Ho Chi Minh city. During his years as a policeman he had done a few
favours for journalists but never asked for anything in return. But now he was
no longer a policeman. He picked up the phone and called the foreign editor of
the Morgenavisen Jyllandsposten. After an exchange of pleasantries and the
promise to meet for a drink or a lunch next time he was in Arhus, he raised the
subject.
    "Do
you have a correspondent in South East Asia?"
    "We
have two. One in Hong Kong and one in Bangkok. They cover the whole area, so
they travel quite a lot. What do you need...?"
    "I
need to make contact with somebody in Ho Chi Min city...That's the new name for
the old Saigon."
    He
heard the snort of disgust down the phone. "I happen to know that. I
happen to be the foreign editor of the Danish newspaper that has the most
foreign correspondents around the world."
    Jens
laughed. "OK, relax. I know you're a genius...Can you help?"
    "Are
you at home?"
    "Yes."
    "I'll
call you back."
    Jens' wife Birgitte had prepared lunch of skipperlabskovs, which translates as 'the
ship's captain's favourite dish'. It was a sort of
stew with potatoes, meat and vegetables with a topping of ham. It was also
Jens' favourite dish, and he had just sat down to a piping hot plate of it when
the phone rang. Birgitte answered it, then held it out, saying: "It's
Henrik from Arhus."
    Jens
cursed, but went to the phone. He said: "You always did pick the worst
time to return a call."
    Henrik laughed. "Were you having sex with your lovely wife?"
    "No. Something better than that. I just sat down to a plate of
skipperlabskovs."
    "My
sympathy. But when you ask a favour you can't stipulate the time...Do you have
a pen and paper?"
    "Yes.
Go ahead."
    "I
talked to my guy in