TWENTY EIGHT
IT WAS later in the day. Nigel was sat facing Pamon. The Thai lawyer gathered up some paperwork and slid it into an envelope.
"I have to admit, Mr Walker, this digging you had me do could be quite dangerous. Even though it is a part of public record, if Nincotte came to hear of us looking through these files-"
"Why is everybody so afraid of this guy?" Nigel interrupted. Pamon didn't reply.
"I'm glad this is over. I'll have your fee ready for tomorrow," Nigel said, changing the subject. "Thank you. I'm very happy things worked out." Nigel reached over to take the brown envelope but
Pamon anchored it to the desk. "You won't be needing this after all."
"If it's all the same, I'll still take a look."
"It's in Thai."
"I'll have Pang translate."
"It's quite an important set of documents."
Nigel tugged at the envelope. The lawyer kept a firm hold. Nigel shook his head. "You don't need to tell me about important documents. I've dealt with them all my life."
"Very well Mr Walker."
Pamon released it. Nigel scooped it up.
"Please shred it after you're done."
"Of course and thanks again."
Nigel left the office with the envelope in his hand.