Message from Hell (A Creasy novel Book 5) by A. J. Quinnell

Author:A. J. Quinnell [Quinnell, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

They only had to wait ten minutes at the Moc Bai Border Crossing. Creasy had got out of the car with the passports in one hand and a folded hundred-dollar bill in the other. ‘Nothing changes,’ he grunted as he got back into the car and started the engine.

‘It never will change,’ Susanna said, ‘while government officials get paid less than subsistence rate.’

The road was potholed to such an extent that Creasy had to weave his way between them. The countryside was flat and wet, with paddy fields stretching out on each side of the road. Traffic was sparse; a few beaten-up old trucks and occasionally a UN vehicle.

‘What time will we reach Phnom Penh?’ she asked.

‘With the condition of this road, it’s hard to say. But not before late afternoon.’

They had hardly spoken since leaving the hotel at dawn, and then it had only been to exchange comments and observations. She glanced at his profile and said quietly: ‘I suppose I should apologize for this morning.’

‘Apologize for what?’

‘For what happened this morning.’

He gave her a quick, puzzled look and said: ‘Well, this morning we got up, had coffee and croissants, loaded up the car and headed off to Phnom Penh.’

‘I mean before that. I mean before we got up.’

His eyes were concentrating on the road again. He said: ‘All I remember is going to bed well after midnight and having to wake up at five thirty with a bit of a thick head.’

She laughed inwardly. ‘I guess I must have been dreaming.’

‘It happens, Susanna, especially after a few glasses of good red wine.’

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