John Burdett - Vulture Peak
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THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK
PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF
Copyright 2012 by John Burdett
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.
www.aaknopf.com
Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Burdett, John.
Vulture peak / by John Burdett. 1st ed.
p. cm.
This is a Borzoi book.
eISBN: 978-0-307-59658-1
1. Sonchai Jitpleecheep (Fictitious character)Fiction.
2. PoliceThailandBangkokFiction. 3. Organ
traffickingFiction. 4. Bangkok (Thailand)Fiction. I. Title.
PR6052.U617V85 2011
823.914dc23 2011041047
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Jacket image: Picture Hooked / Michael Szebor / Alamy
Jacket design by Chip Kidd
v3.1
For Nit
What you do to yourself, you do to the world.
What you do to the world, you do to yourself.
Buddhist proverb
If a living donor can do without an organ, why shouldnt
the donor profit and medical science benefit?
Janet Ratcliffe-Richards, Lancet
352 (1998), p. 1951
As a point of information, for reasons of atmosphere the Patong I have described is pre-tsunami. Vulture Peak the mountain, like the book, is entirely fictional, as is the Golden Goose temple.
In the golden age of conspicuous consumptionit must be more than twenty years ago now, although it seems like only yesterdaysomeone rich and famous from Hong Kong built a stately pleasure dome high on a hill in Phuket overlooking the Andaman Sea. They used the finest Thai architects, who produced a lyrical palace with curving roofs under which teak pillars of great girth support high ceilings over vast play areas where pools of limpid blue are linked by tiny streams that tinkle over smooth pebbles selected by a feng shui master, and enormous bedrooms offer ocean views to make you gasp. The developer named the hilltop they had thus colonized Vulture Peak, whether in homage to the Indian mountain upon which the Buddha gave his celebrated sermons, or to the buzzards they had evicted, is unclear.
Its as good a place as any for a triple homicide, although access is complicated. I came by taxi, but the driver lost us in a complex of single-lane roads that led to other mansions. We could see the place clearly enoughits the biggest and swankiest of them allso in the end I climbed up an iron ladder from the sea and have arrived a good fifty minutes after the forensic team, which is led by our senior pathologist, Dr. Supatra, a diminutive figure in white coveralls, mask, and gloves. We press our palms together and wai each other from a distance. She is accompanied by a team of about eight, for the news that it is an atrocity of the more serious kind preceded our arrival and the good doctor likes to be prepared. More than the size of her team, the heavy silence and glum facesonly she and her chief assistant are wearing masksportend a crime scene lurid with bad luck. Not a one of us will not spend an hour or so making merit in a temple before the day is out. In my minds eye I stand before a Buddha image with a bunch of smoking incense and bow three times.
Dr. Supatra leads me to the master bedroom, where three human forms lie on a giant bed. In an attempt to minimize the bad joss as much as to express respect for the dead, Supatra has covered them from head to toe with an equally extravagant white sheet. She pauses for a moment before inviting me to share the labor of removing it. The rest of her team have wandered in to observe my reaction.
The Buddha taught that the distinction between subject and object, the self and other, even between you and me, Dear Farang Reader (may I call you DFR?), is illusory. This lesson is brought home with perhaps more drama than the Master intended when the human forms before you have been stripped of faces, eyes, genitals, andas the good doctor indicates by pointing to gaping wounds in each cadaverkidneys and livers too. To call them anonymous would be to evade the issue. Stripped of every vestige of personal identity, they are all of us, as anyone knows who has ever flown economy. With so much surgery to absorb, it takes me a moment to notice that the finger and thumb tips of each victim have been snipped off. Supatra follows my gaze.
Any first impressions regarding cause of death? I ask.
Gunshot wounds to the back of the head. A single shot in each case. Everything points to a carefully planned execution prior to pillaging the bodies for organs.
Obviously no print identification, I mutter. DNA?
The doctor shrugs. If any of them committed a serious crime over the past five years, maybe. We only have DNA records for convicted criminals.
But prints could have been checked on the national ID bank. I shake my head. Someone is being unusually shy about who they killed. We have to go on the likelihood they were all Thai residents who could have been identified if they still had fingertips. I scratch my jaw. That leaves sixty million possibilities.
Supatra allows herself a smile bordering on the coquettish. I may be able to help, Detective. Just last week I sent off for some fancy software that will allow us to reconstruct the faces on my laptop. The government wont pay so Im buying it myself.
Really? That will be helpful. By the way, what genders are the victims?
Two men and a woman.
Now I notice something else. No blood?
Somebody cleaned up meticulously. They even used some chemical that neutralizes our tests. I tell you, whoever did it were professionals. There were certainly more than one. I nod.
Any ideas? the doctor asks when we have replaced the sheet.
You mean whodunit? Only in the more general sense. She raises her eyes. Ronald Reagan, Milton Friedman, Margaret Thatcher, Adam Smith. Capitalism dunit. Those organs are being worn by somebody else right now.
She stares at me for a moment and, good Buddhist that she is, shivers. Oh, yes. Of course I saw that from the start.
I leave her in the infinite lounge to step out onto the balcony, which offers a plummeting vista of rocks and ocean of the kind that invariably provokes thoughts of suicide in even the healthiest psyche, and fish out my cell phone to call my assistant, Lek. I ask him to go straight to the Phuket land registry and give him the address of the crime scene, which should be enough for the registry to work out the lot number. I dont bother to check the rest of the housewhats the point?
Despite my evasive answer to the doctors question, I already know too much. I need to clear my head and my heart. I also need to consider how to break the news to my partner, Chanya. All of a sudden I need to do a lot of things that form no part of crime detection. The iron ladder I climbed up starts at a corner of the balcony and hugs the massive rock all the way down. I jump the last two steps to land on soft shale that releases an inelegant sea stench, which I suck in with some relief. Despite the impossible heat I decide to follow the shore all the way back to the main road. Ill find a cab or a motorbike taxi there.
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