Free Lost Innocence: The Accused. Part One by John Daysh Page B

out.
    ‘ Eyebrow Ring’
returned with a couple of beers and handed them over. Nigel thanked
her, took a sip then showed the mamasan a picture of
Mike.
    “ You know
him?”
    “ Are you his
father?”
    He smiled. “No, I’m
his grandfather, Nigel.”
    “ Hello Nigel, I am
Mon.”
    “ You know my
grandson? You know Michael?”
    “ Yes I know. He take
girl, make picture.”
    Nigel showed the
picture of the sketch of Mia.
    “ This is the last
girl he did. Can I see her?”
    She peered at the
picture, “I not know her.”
    He looked into her
eyes. “Take another look.”
    She looked again.
“Not my girl.”
    She began to edge
away as Nigel glanced at Pang then pointed with his eyes at the
door. Pang rose and blocked the exit.
    “ What you want? I not
know her.”
    “ I know you sent her
home with Michael. You persuaded him to take Mia, didn’t you? She
drugged him then he was arrested the next day for raping her. He
was asked for a hundred thousand. How much of that was your
cut?”
    “ I told you I not
know her.”
    “ My grandson is
rotting in prison. I want him out. Where is she?”
    “ Why he not
pay?”
    “ So you do know
her?”
    “ Some girls not stay
long time; hard to know.”
    “ I bet it
is.”
    “ I not know
her.”
    “ Think carefully,
Mon.”
    He leaned in to break
her, but then tensed up, breathless and red-faced.
    “ Are you all right Mr
Nigel?”
    Pang rushed over; the
exit was now clear. Mon rose and stepped towards the
door.
    “ You will bring Mia
to me,” Nigel wheezed with the little breath he had
left.
    “ I don’t know her!”
Mon cried then walked out.
    “ What wrong?” Pang
asked.
    “ I have a heart
condition. I need to rest.”
    “ Where you want to
go?”
    “ Back to the hotel.
Help me up and take me to the car. We can try this again
tomorrow.”
     

 
    FIFTEEN
    STAN STIRRED from his sleep, stretched awkwardly and yawned.
His breakfast tray was on the side table and a quick scan confirmed
what he already knew, mango and sticky rice, again. It may have
been de rigueur in these parts, but he would have killed for an English
breakfast. His stomach rumbled and so transferring the tray to his
lap, he began to munch through his breakfast.
    Startled by some
heavy footsteps, he glanced over at the door and saw a
rough-looking lady with heavy hips and thick, fat lips. He wasn’t
sure where he’d seen her before, but it seemed that she knew him.
She strode over, clanking her heels, then stopped, towering over
him. “Hello, Daddy.”
    The tall figure was
heavily made up with bright red lipstick plastered over rubbery
lips. Horrified, Stan realized who she was and flashed back to that
fateful night near Soi Cowboy. He almost choked on his mango. “What
do you want?”
    ‘ She’ pulled out a bar bill, handed it over and sat on
the edge of the bed.
    “ How did you find
me?”
    “ I send you here
after you have accident.”
    Stan couldn’t take
his eyes off her huge lips that he’d kissed; the same lips that had
been wrapped tightly around his member. Her hands were huge and her
feet were bigger than his!
    “ So I pay you and you
go away?”
    “ You pay bar and you
owe me for upstairs.”
    “ What’s the
total?”
    “ Six thousand
enough.”
    Stan frowned, reached
for his wallet and was leafing through some notes when two men
strolled in without knocking. One was his father!
    Nigel’s gaze focussed
on the strange looking lady sitting on the bed. Stan ignored ‘her’
and forced a smile for his father. “Hello Dad.’
    “ Stanley. Are we
interrupting something?”
    Stan glowered at the
lady-boy. “Get out!”
    Nigel looked on with
sympathetic eyes as Pang frowned, Stan blushed and the lady-boy
blinked.
    “ I come back when you
not busy.” ‘She’ rose from the bed and stepped out. Stan ignored
the noise of her clanking heels. “So dad, how are you?”
    “ One sec, Stan.”
Nigel followed ‘her’ out into the hallway. “Excuse me. Does he owe you