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LAWRENCE BLOCK This One’S for Brett Pouliot Contents TANNER ON ICE AN EVAN TANNER NOVEL LAWRENCE BLOCK This one’s for Brett Pouliot Contents Chapter 1 I flew from New York to Los Angeles, then nonstop… 1 Chapter 2 It all started . well, who knows when it started? When… 9 Chapter 3 They weren’t crazy about the idea. They’d have liked to… 31 Chapter 4 It took me six months. 46 Chapter 5 “By God. Tanner. All these years I thought you were… 60 Chapter 6 “You Americans,” Suk said. “Hopeless sentimentalists, and so illogical. You… 74 Chapter 7 They were polite at the airport in Rangoon, but surprisingly… 86 Chapter 8 Just about everybody wore the longyis. They looked entirely unremarkable… 100 Chapter 9 No, of course I wasn’t going to kill her. 109 Chapter 10 I had a mini-flashlight in the Kangaroo strapped around my… 121 Chapter 11 One of the things that had struck me during my… 139 Chapter 12 There were four of them, all men, all dressed in… 148 Chapter 13 The cell was a cage built into a corner of… 155 Chapter 14 There was a different clerk behind the desk of the… 167 Chapter 15 “Change money,” the fellow murmured. “Change money.” 181 Chapter 16 “You are truly determined to leave Burma.” 190 Chapter 17 Sunrise and sunset are increasingly abrupt as you approach the… 203 Chapter 18 Day by day, we settled into a routine. Up at… 215 Chapter 19 It was not that bad, she assured me. She had… 223 Chapter 20 It struck me as less than good manners to sneak… 239 Chapter 21 Four days after we poured out a libation at the… 245 Chapter 22 “His name was Stuart,” I said. “If he told me… 252 Chapter 23 We were rolling by sunup. I was in the lead… 257 Chapter 24 “I thought you were dead,” the Chief said. “There were… 266 Afterword Evan Michael Tanner was conceived in the summer of 1956,… 274 Acknowledgments About the Author Praise Other Books by Lawrence Block Cover Copyright About the Publisher Chapter 1 I flew from New York to Los Angeles, then nonstop to Seoul. I had a few hours before my flight to Bangkok, and I rode a shuttle bus into downtown Seoul, walked around, snacked on fried shrimp, drank a beer, and caught a bus back to the airport. Nothing looked remotely familiar, but then it had been quite a while since I’d been in Korea. I hadn’t spent much time in Seoul, but this time around it was noisy and bustling and furiously modern, a far cry from the Korean cities and villages I remembered. This time around, too, nobody was shooting at me. There were no Chinese soldiers blowing bugles, no artillery rounds whistling overhead. I have to say it makes a change. I’d reset my watch in L.A. and in Seoul, and I reset it again a few hours later in Bangkok. By then I’d lost track of what time it was in New York, and, since there was nobody I wanted to phone, I didn’t much care. It was three in the afternoon in Bangkok, and that was all I had to know. It was a half hour earlier in Rangoon, if I remembered correctly, but I would cross that time zone when I came to it. My only luggage was the day pack I’d carried aboard the plane with me, and all it held was a clean shirt and a change of socks and underwear. My toothbrush and razor and such rode in the Kangaroo pouch clasped around my waist, along 2 LAWRENCE BLOCK with my Swiss Army knife. I had some cash in a money belt under my Gap khakis, and once I’d cleared Customs and Im- migration I ducked into a men’s room and slipped my pass- port in there as well. Then I ran a gauntlet of overeager cab drivers, took a train to a spot where I could catch a water taxi, and floated on into Bangkok. I’d been there before, and more recently than I’d been to Seoul. Late sixties, say. Thirty years ago, according to the calendar. Less than a fifth as long by the clock in my head. Overhead, the sun burned in the afternoon sky. I wel- comed it. A breeze off the water had a cooling effect, and of course I had the deep internal chill that was always with me. The sun might give me a burn—I really should have put on sunscreen—but in the meantime it felt good. Other boats kept pulling up alongside my water taxi, full of people who wanted to sell me something. They all spoke some sort of English, though not one of them was ready to hire on as an announcer for the BBC. I got tired of saying no—to opium weights and ivory carvings, to pictures on rice paper, to rubies that were probably cut glass and lapis that was probably dyed, to bright-eyed offers of male and female companionship. “Very young,” I was assured. “Very clean.” “No,” I kept saying, in English. “No, thank you. I am not interested. No, thanks all the same, but no.” “Maybe you like better to watch,” one thoughtful young man suggested, leaning forward and gripping the side of my water taxi. “Two girls together? Boy and girl? Two boys?” “No, thank you, but—” “Girl and a dog together. Very popular show, all the tour- ists like very much. Japanese businessmen, very wealthy, they all love this show.” “Good for them,” I said. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Is very good for them. Is good for you, too. Girl is seven, eight years old, has never been with a man.” TANNER ON ICE 3 “Just with dogs.” “You like, after show is over, you can have the girl.” “Suppose I’d rather have the dog?” “Girl, dog, whatever you want. Both, if you want.” In Thai I said, “All I want is for you to fuck off and leave me alone.” His eyes widened. My Thai is reasonably fluent, al- though I have a little trouble with the written language, which comes with an alphabet that makes my eyes cross. Thais never expect you to speak their language. (Nobody does, really, except the French, who expect you to speak it badly.) More to the point, they don’t expect you to un- derstand their language, and I have often acquired useful information as a result. I’ve thus learned to keep my lin- guistic ability a secret, and here I’d gone and tipped my hand to a floating pimp. No harm in that, I decided. Who was he going to tell? He drifted off to plague someone else, and an old woman selling horoscopes and teak carvings took his place, and I defended myself once more in English. “No,” I said. “Not today. I don’t want any. Thank you. No.” The teahouse was where it was supposed to be, just across the street from the Swan Hotel and a stone’s throw from the Grand Palace. There was a skanky-looking tobbo shop to its right, a store overflowing with electronic gear to its left. I walked into the teahouse, and at first I thought it was empty save for the tired waitress leaning against the coun- ter. Then my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and I saw the sole customer seated at a table against the back wall. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking a Kloster beer, and he raised his eyes at my approach but kept his seat. I said, “Mr. Sukhumvit?” “Yes?” 4 LAWRENCE BLOCK In Thai I said, “Today the Chao Phraya swarms with crocodiles.” In Thai he replied, “Elephants on the highway, crocodiles in the river.” We both smiled, and he got to his feet. He was on the tall side for a Thai, around five-nine, and lean as a sapling. He wore black pants and a shortsleeve khaki shirt, and his fore- arms were wiry and muscular. He had a mustache and goa- tee, the latter consisting of a half-inch band running down the center of his chin. “Tanner,” he said. “Welcome to Bangkok.” We shook hands. “Recognition signals are ridiculous, aren’t they? Crocodiles and elephants. Schoolboy nonsense.” “My sentiments exactly.” “And inadequate in the bargain. Suppose you show me your passport so that I can be confident you are truly yourself.” I went to the men’s room, retrieved the passport from my money belt. When I got back to Sukhumvit’s table there were two fresh bottles of beer on it, and a bowl of peanuts. I gave him my passport and poured myself some beer while he squinted at it, looking at my photo and at me, reading every- thing the passport had to say about me. Then, with a quick smile, he folded it and handed it back to me. “You are enjoying Bangkok, Tanner?” “I just got here.” “You speak the language well.” “Thank you,” I said. “I’m pretty good with languages.” “How’s your Burmese?” “Not as good as my Thai.” “You’ve been to Burma?” “No.” “Fascinating country. Cut off from the world all these years. You’ll find Rangoon very different from Bangkok.” TANNER ON ICE 5 “I can imagine.” “Of course, it’s Yangon now. And the whole country is Myanmar. But no one outside the government calls it that.” “So I understand.” He helped himself to a handful of peanuts, chewed thoughtfully, drank beer.
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