“Two hundred thousand baht is a lot of money for Akkarat to lose,” she mutters as Jaidee tells the som tam vendor to add more chiles.
Jaidee nods thoughtfully as the woman stirs the threads of green papaya into the mix of spices. “It’s true. I had no idea there was so much money being made out there.”
It’s enough to finance a new lab for generip research, or put five hundred white shirts on inspection in the tilapia farms of Thonburi… He shakes his head. And this was just one raid. It’s amazing to him.
There are times when he thinks he understands how the world works, and then, every so often, he lifts the lid of some new part of the divine city and finds roaches scuttling where he never expected. Something new, indeed.
He goes to the next food cart, stacked with trays of chile-laden pork and RedStar bamboo tips. Fried snakehead plaa, battered and crisp, pulled from the Chao Phraya River that day. He orders more food. Enough for both of them, and Sato for drinking. He settles at an open table as the food is brought out.
Teetering on a bamboo stool at the end of his day, with rice beer warming his belly, Jaidee can’t help smiling at his dour subordinate.
As usual, even with good food before her, Kanya remains herself. “Khun Bhirombhakdi was complaining about you at headquarters,” she says. “He said he would go to General Pracha, and have your smiling lips ripped off.”
Jaidee scoops chiles into his mouth. “I’m not afraid of him.”
“The anchor pads were supposed to be his territory. His protection racket, his bribe money.”
“First you worry about Trade, now you worry about Bhirombhakdi. That old man is afraid of his own shadow. He makes his wife taste every dish for him to make sure he won’t get blister rust.” He shakes his head. “Stop being so sour. You should smile more. Laugh a little. Here, drink this.” Jaidee pours more Sato for his lieutenant. “We used to call our country the Land of Smiles.” Jaidee demonstrates. “And there you sit, sad-faced, as though you are eating limes all day.”
“Perhaps we had more to smile about, then.”
“Well, that might be true.” Jaidee sets his Sato back on the splintered tabletop and stares at it thoughtfully. “We must have done something terrible in our previous lives to have earned these ones. It’s the only thing I can think of that explains it all.”
Kanya sighs. “I sometimes see my grandmother’s spirit, wandering around the chedi near my house. She told me one time that she couldn’t reincarnate until we made a better place for her to arrive.”
“Another of the Contraction phii? How did she find you? Wasn’t she Isaan people, too?”
“She found me anyway.” Kanya shrugs. “She is very unhappy with me.”
“Yes, well, I suppose we’ll be unhappy, too.”
Jaidee has seen these ghosts as well, walking the boulevards sometimes, sitting in the trees. Phii are everywhere, now. Too many to count. He has seen them in the graveyards and leaning against the bones of riddled bo trees, all of them looking at him with some irritation.
Mediums all speak of how crazy with frustration the phii are, how they cannot reincarnate and thus linger, like a great mass of people at Hualamphong Station hoping for a train ride down to the beaches. All of them waiting for a reincarnation that they cannot have because none of them deserve the suffering of this particular world.
Monks like Ajahn Suthep say this is nonsense. He sells amulets to ward off these phii and says that they are nothing but hungry ghosts, created by the unnatural death of eating from blister rust-tainted vegetables. Anyone can go to his shrine and make a donation, or else go to the Erawan shrine and make an offering to Brahma-perhaps have the temple dancers perform for a little while-and buy a hope that the spirits may be put to rest to travel on to their next incarnation. It is possible to hope for such things.
Still, the ghosts are all around. Everyone agrees on that. The victims of AgriGen and PurCal and all their ilk.
Jaidee says, “I wouldn’t take it personally, about your grandmother. On the full moon, I’ve seen the phii crowding the roads around the Environment Ministry, too. Many dozens of them.” He smiles sadly. “It’s really impossible to fix, I think. When I think about Niwat and Surat growing up with this…” He takes a breath, fighting back more emotion than he cares to show before Kanya. Takes another drink. “Anyway, the fight is good. I just wish we could get hold of some AgriGen or PurCal executives and throttle them. Maybe give them a taste of blister rust AG134.s. Then my life would be complete. I could die happy.”
“You probably won’t reincarnate, either,” Kanya observes. “You’re too good to end up in this hell again.”
“If I’m lucky I’ll be reborn in Des Moines, and bomb their generip labs.”
“If only.”
Jaidee looks up at Kanya’s tone. “What’s bothering you? Why so sad? We’ll both be reborn somewhere beautiful, I’m sure. Both of us. Think of all the merit we earned just last night. I thought those Customs heeya were going to shit themselves when we burned the cargo.”
Kanya makes a bitter face. “They’ve probably never met a white shirt they couldn’t bribe.”
And as quick as that, she kills his attempt at good humor. No wonder no one likes her at the Ministry. “No. That’s true. Everyone takes bribes, now. It’s not like before. People don’t remember the worst times. They aren’t afraid the way they were before.”
“And now you dive down the cobra’s throat with Trade.” Kanya says, “After the December 12coup, it seems as if General Pracha and Minister Akkarat are always circling one another, looking for a new excuse to fight. They never finished their feud, and now you do something to further anger Akkarat. It makes things unstable.”
“Well, I was always too jai rawn for my own good. Chaya complains about it, too. That’s why I keep you around. I wouldn’t worry about Akkarat, though. He’ll spit for a while, then he’ll calm down. He may not like it, but General Pracha has too many allies in the Army for another coup attempt. With Prime Minister Surawong dead, Akkarat really has nothing left. He’s isolated. Without megodonts and tanks to back up his threats, Akkarat may be rich, but he is a paper tiger. This is a good lesson for him.”
“He’s dangerous.”
Jaidee looks at her seriously. “So are cobras. So are megodonts. So is cibiscosis. We’re surrounded by dangers. Akkarat…” Jaidee shrugs. “Anyway, it’s already done. There’s nothing you can do to change it. Why worry now? Mai pen rai. Never mind.”
“Still, you should be careful.”
“You’re thinking of that man at the anchor pads? The one Somchai saw? Did he frighten you?”
Kanya shrugs. “No.”
“I’m surprised. He frightened me.” Jaidee watches Kanya, wondering how much he should say, how much he should reveal that he knows about the world around him. “I have a very bad feeling about him.”
“Really?” Kanya looks distressed. “You’re frightened? Of one stupid man?”
Jaidee shakes his head. “Not afraid so that I will run and hide behind Chaya’s pha sin, but still, I’ve seen him before.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I wasn’t sure at first. Now I am. I think he is with Trade.” He pauses, testing. “I think they are hunting me again. Maybe considering another assassination. What do you think of that?”
“They wouldn’t dare touch you. Her Majesty the Queen has spoken in your favor.”
Jaidee touches his neck where the old spring gun scar still shows light on his dark skin. “Not even after what I did to them at the anchor pads?”