Colin Cotterill - Love Songs from a Shallow Grave

"Our people are desperate for doctors. They find this girl running a clinic. They turn a blind eye to the fact she was working with the Americans and offer to send her off to study medicine. The Russians offer her a good deal, the Cubans, the North Koreans. But it's not till they offer her a place in Berlin that she accepts. And why? Guess who'd gone to East Germany six months earlier? The love of her life. But he's got himself married since she went away, and has a child. Yet still she believes she's destined to live her life with Neung. She sees it in the stars or somewhere. Already we start to recognise the obsession.

"I still have no idea where or how she taught herself fencing. I wonder whether she might have badgered Neung's father into teaching her after his son went off to study in the north. That would be ironic, wouldn't it? I haven't had a chance to ask him. But it's through Neung's fencing club that she 'accidentally' bumps into him again. He's kind. He tutors her. They spend time together. Her crush develops into a growth, a cancer. She wants him more than she's ever wanted anything. But she's a Lao woman. The advance has to come from him. And it doesn't come. She keeps a diary and through that diary her fantasy becomes real. Neung is pursuing her. She is the victim of his love. But time's running out. His course is coming to an end and she still hasn't turned her fairy story into reality. That's when the writing in the diary becomes darker Neung becomes this unknown evil character, Z. She's becoming more and more deranged. The whole rape scene sounds like a trashy Thai novel."

"How do…?"

"Not that I've ever read one. The point is she has to justify to herself why she's quitting her course. She couldn't imagine being in Germany without her fantasy lover so she deliberately fails her exams and gets thrown out. She blames it on some mysterious stalker. People feel sorry for her. So she…Siri, would you stop staring at me like that."

"I'm sorry, Phosy. This is the detective I've been searching for all my life."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form — "

"Believe me, Phosy. I've had the last of my sarcasm beaten out of me. I'm a recovered sarcaholic."

"Good, whatever, anyway, they're both back in Laos. Home territory. Jim besotted beyond reason. Beyond sanity. Neung still clueless. Jim follows Neung to the bookshop. He goes there often. She signs up also. By now she's built up the courage to confess her love. She tells him they need to talk. But he's too busy. He doesn't call her back. She stalks on, and that's when she sees Neung with Kiang. Probably follows them out to their love hotel. Bang. Her already troubled mind explodes. She wasn't that stable to start with but now, the man she's been in love with for fifteen years, the man she gave up her future and her dreams to follow home, Neung has a lover. A wife's one thing, expendable. She knows that men with wives take on lovers. Happens all the time. But this is an attractive single woman and Jim could smell the love in the air. It was all over for her. Revenge was the only option. Neung works at Electricite du Lao. Jim follows him around. She learns he's in a work team at K6. Coincidentally, the nurse attached to the K6 clinic breaks her leg. It appears someone pushed her off a balcony. They didn't ever find a culprit but I'm sure we all know who it was. And so she started to assemble her murder trilogy."

"If I'm allowed to say," Siri smiled, "that was a brilliant piece of detective work. There I was, afraid an innocent man was about to be shot, but you had it all worked out. If I'd known, I could have concentrated on my incarceration with a lighter heart."

Phosy wore a glow, not only of illegally imported Mekhong whisky, but of a policeman's pride. It suited him.

"But I was still a pace or two behind the amazing Dr Siri, wasn't I?" he said.

"How do you mean?"

"You worked it out without the benefit of the diary or information from Germany."

Siri blushed and lowered his voice. Two Thumbs had been edging his chair closer to keep up with the conversation.

"I had nothing conclusive," Siri admitted. "Just a series of hunches."

"Like the towel?"

"Like the towel, yes. Covering Dew's lap with the towel after killing her seemed really incongruous. If you hate someone you don't give a damn about their modesty. It seemed like a gesture of apology. "I'm sorry I had to kill you." And it occurred to me as being a particularly feminine act. That's when it first entered my mind that the encounter in the shower might have been a homosexual one and that the killer might have been a woman."

"The Vietnamese security people were convinced of it," Phosy said. "The Vietnamese girl on their bodyguard unit had quite a reputation for…lady to lady…you know. Someone had seen her together with Dew earlier that evening. When they found Dew's body in the sauna, they were sure it was their girl who'd killed her."

"Which explains why they were so keen to cover it up," Siri nodded. "Now I see. And Dew's inclinations would also explain the relationship with her husband. Her parents had wanted her to get married and have children to continue the family lineage. It's really important for some people. They knew they'd be raising the children by themselves. It's all about face. Oh, I don't doubt they thought being married and having children might shake those silly gay ideas out of their daughter but it didn't work. I feel sorry for Comrade Chanti. He was duped all the way along the line. Can't say I blame him for shopping around for a new wife."

"Do you think Dew and Jim were actually…?"

"I doubt it. It was more likely that Jim, the medic, found out about Dew's leanings and decided she could take advantage of the situation. Dew's husband was Neung's boss. It was as good a start as any. The first nail in Neung's coffin. She had a narrow avenue of time to work in. She found out Neung's wife was away for the weekend and he'd be stuck babysitting. He wouldn't be able to run around building up alibis. It wouldn't surprise me if Jim hadn't built up a list of other potential victims, all of whom could be tied to Neung."

"But Kiang had to be at the top of the list."

"She'd certainly have to be one of her victims. I imagine Jim met Kiang at the bookshop and became friendly with her. She would have talked about fencing, perhaps suggesting that any man who fenced would be impressed with a woman who knew the fundamentals. Something like that. She offered to teach Kiang and said she'd be in touch when she was free. That way she could bring Kiang into play at any time. "Hello, Kiang, I'm free this evening. Would you like a lesson?" We'll never know for certain how it all came together, but there had to be a lot of planning involved."

"And all for revenge. And she didn't even have the opportunity to sit back and gloat. You'd think a murderer would want to observe. To see whether their plans worked out."

"Well, I…"

"What is it?"

"I mean, I read your report. It was very thorough, very well done."

"But?"

"My conclusion wasn't exactly the same as yours."

"About what?"

"It's really a very small thing."

"About what?"

"Your opinion was that Jim had committed suicide."

"She ran a sword into herself. That's not suicide?"

"It's only suicide if she dies as a result. I believe she didn't intend to kill herself."

"Dr Siri, you're a real pain in the backside, you know that? How do you impale yourself on a lump of metal and not…? OK, go on. This better be good."

"All right. I'll do my best. Yes, she impaled herself with an epee. But she did so very carefully. Look at the other victims. Epee straight through the heart. Jim knew her heart was on the wrong side. She must have done. If she wanted to do away with herself she could have run the epee straight through her right breast. But she went to great pains — pains against which she took a large slug of morphine — to insert the specially sharpened sword in such a way that it looked as if it had been aimed at her heart. She'd studied medicine. She knew where her lungs were. The blade passed in front of her lung and out the side. The marks on the wooden upright suggested she'd steered the blade by pushing herself against the sword. It was like a very large-scale injection. It looked awful and probably hurt like hell despite the elixir, but it wasn't life-threatening if she got to hospital in time.