Colin Cotterill - The Coroner's lunch

“Did you win the lottery?”

“What’s the point of earning this huge policeman’s salary if you can’t go out and spend it every now and then?”

“No. That doesn’t work. Our salaries are posted by our departments. Everyone knows how much you earn.”

“Darn. Well, in that case, I did a bit of shady business up north.”

“That’s more like it.”

Mama fixed them generous drinks, and they told her they could take care of themselves from then on. She left them to their secrets. A fisherman in a huge hat was knee-deep in the water casting and re-casting his weighted net. They watched him untangle the small fish from the mesh and put them in a plastic bag tied around his neck.

“So, what’s the big news you have to tell me?”

Those were the last words Phosy spoke for half an hour. He could only sit in silence, sipping his drink as he listened to Siri’s tales. First was the account of the assassination attempt, then the whole trail that uncovered the truth about Mai’s murder. At the end of it, Siri reached into his bag and handed the policeman his autopsy report and recommendations.

He sat back on his rickety chair and took his second sip of a drink whose ice had melted long before. Phosy looked down at the file and up at the smiling doctor.

“How’d I do?” Siri asked.

“That really was astounding.”

“Thank you.”

“I really had no idea you were…”

“…a brilliant detective?”

“Exactly. I raise my hat to you.” He lifted his imaginary hat. “Really. I’m very impressed.”

“You don’t look very happy.”

“I don’t? Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I’d hoped this whole thing was over with, not just beginning. Were you able to estimate a time of death?”

“No. Impossible. I didn’t see her until three days after she died.”

“All right.” He finished his drink and poured another. “The game’s back on. Have you given Judge Haeng the original?”

“No. I’ve been waiting for you to get back and tell me what to do.”

“Good. Don’t do anything. I’ll ask at the girl’s apartment building and see who’s been hanging around there.”

“Do you suppose Comrade Kham got someone to set it all up for him and left Vientiane to establish an alibi?”

“It’s possible. But what do you say you leave a little bit of policing for me? Don’t forget, we still don’t have an iota of evidence that he’s in any way connected to either murder. The only way we could possibly implicate him would be by finding Mai’s killer and getting him to talk. Who else knows about this?”

“My staff, me, and you so far.”

“You haven’t told anyone else?”

“No. Well, the sister. She’s taking the body back to Sam Neua. But she’s just glad Mai didn’t kill herself. She isn’t going to say anything to anyone.”

“We can’t be sure. If she mentions it to anyone up there, it could get back to Kham. His people are all from Sam Neua. To tell the truth, we can’t be sure of anything. We’re back to the beginning. First thing we have to do is put the original report and the photos of the autopsy somewhere safe. Are they at your office?”

“No, they’re in the hospital library.”

“ Where ?”

“Nobody ever goes there. Since they burned all the foreign books, there’s only crap up there. It was Dtui’s idea.”

“Is the library open now?”

“No. The building doesn’t open till eight tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll come by then. Now, in the meantime, how are we going to keep you alive?”

Siri pulled a crumpled shell from his pocket and put it on the table. Phosy whistled.

“You know anything about bullets?” Siri asked.

“I know it’s from a rifle, but I’m no expert. There’s someone at the office I can show it to. Where’s the other one?”

“The other one?”

“You said there were two shots, didn’t you?”

“Oh. That’s gone to the Security Section. I mean, the army should have ballistics experts.”

“Good plan. I’ll take this anyway and see what I can find.”

They drank for a couple of hours and talked about things outside of crime and politics. Phosy insisted on taking Siri home. When they pulled up in front of the house, the policeman kept his light on. It lit the lane ahead, making all the dips in the dirt look like black pits. The eyes of cats blinked under bushes. But they spotted no assassins.

“Want me to go inside and see if anyone’s lurking in the hallway?”

“No. I think I’ve shared this with so many people, there’s no longer a point in killing me. If they did, they’d have to wipe out half the Security Section as well. I think my chances of making newspaper headlines are over. Besides”-he lowered his voice-“if any man were foolish enough to lurk in our hallway, Iwouldn’t give him a chance against her. ”

The downstairs curtain shimmied.

“All right. I’ll see you in the morning then.” They shook hands.

“Thanks. Good night.”

The bike growled away, leaving Siri in the lane in the dark. Despite his brave words, it was still an eerie spot. Around him there were a few yellow lamps, some candles in neighbors’ windows. There didn’t seem to be insect noises any more at night. People wondered whether the bugs had all escaped across the river, too. The sound of Saloop panting was an oddly comforting one. The animal loped along the lane toward Siri, stopped several meters away, and turned back.

Siri knelt to greet him, but he didn’t approach. The dog again ran toward the doctor, then turned back. Siri recalled some black-and-white movies he and Boua had watched together in Paris. There was a dog, a collie or some such type, that used to save children from burning houses and catch criminals. He’d seen this act before, albeit from a more handsome dog, in better shape: Saloop wanted him to follow.

“I’m tired. I’m not in the mood to play tonight.”

But the dog continued to run round in circles, egging him on to follow. When he started to bark, Siri set off after him. He’d ruined enough silent nights for the neighbors over the past year. “All right. But this better be good.”

Saloop immediately came to heel and walked proudly alongside Siri. They crossed the intersection and headed down to the river.

“So, tell me, dog. Does this mean I’m not possessed any more, or did you just get over your fear of ghosts? Is there something else I should know about?” The dog didn’t answer.

When they arrived at the river, instead of turning left or right, Saloop crossed the road and sat on the riverbank. Siri stood opposite, and the dog looked back over its shoulder at him.

“I don’t believe it. This was the fuss? You wanted us to come down and watch the river together?” Saloop panted and Siri shook his head. With a chuckle, he crossed the empty road and selected a flat spot near his new friend. “Well, at least you make more sense than my usual river date.”

Doctor and dog sat watching the Thai lights shimmer on the river. They looked at the small bats that flapped back and forth across the indigo sky. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but it was very pleasant. It was the last real peace Siri would know for a while.

The explosion rattled the silence, and the ground trembled under him. He got to his feet and looked back the way they had come. An almost invisible cloud of dark gray smoke rose into the night sky about a block and a half away. He didn’t have to wonder where it had come from. He knew.

He hurried back along the small lane that led from the river and over the wide cross-street. The area was already filling with householders in their nightwear who’d been jolted from their sleep by the blast. They seemed disoriented, as if they weren’t sure whether they’d dreamed of an explosion.