I had never seen anything like it.

The closest would have been a sex theatre in San Francisco.

There was lap dancing, dildo shows, lesbians acts and some best I don't go into.

Lets just say that Abdul went up on stage and explored every set of mammary glands that were on glorious offer.

Wan had put a little something in his drink.

There'd more truth serum drugs later, but loose lips were sinking ships.

Max and Caramel and I were at a back table, hidden away by even darker shadows.

Wan turned around and flashed a winning smile.

He was doing well.

He'd have to be rewarded.

I had his new Australian passport tucked away in my blazer jacket.

Abdul was off his fucking head and stumbled off the stage and back to the front table.

I sent Caramel up to their table with the intention of...

I couldn't dare say.

It was Caramel's call after all.

She was talking about castration.

'But I was talking about mutilation,' said Suyin, a familiar character I had met way back in Manila Bay.

Apparently, Jack had her on his payroll too. 

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