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Senior Assistant Commissioner," said Mrs. Zhang.
    "They eye of the beholder," said Inspector Zhang.
    Mrs. Zhang watched as the reporter continued to interview Inspector Kwok. "She's very pretty," she said.
    "Yes, she is."
    "Is she a good detective?"
    Inspector Zhang looked a little pained. "She will do very well in the Singapore Police Force," he said. "She is destined for great things."
    "But she is not a good detective?"
    "My own Sergeant Lee is better," said Inspector Zhang.
    "But not as pretty."
    Inspector Zhang raised his wine glass to her. "No, my dear. Not as pretty. And neither of them hold a candle to you."
    "Is there something going on between the Senior Assistant Commissioner and the pretty inspector?" asked Mrs. Zhang quietly.
    "Why do you ask?"
    "Just they way they stand together, the way that he keeps looking at her and once I saw him rub his wedding ring as if it was troubling him."
    Inspector Zhang chuckled softly. "My dear, you would make a great detective," he said, reaching for his chopsticks and spoon.
     
    THE END
     
    There are three more Inspector Zhang short stories available on Kindle – Inspector Zhang Gets His Wish, Inspector Zhang And The Falling Woman and Inspector Zhang And The Dead Thai Gangster. And there will be more cases for Inspector Zhang to solve in the near future.  
    In the meantime, if you would like to meet another detective based in Asia, why not try Bangkok Bob and the Missing Mormon?
    Long-term Bangkok resident and former New Orleans cop Bob Turtledove has the knack of getting people out of difficult situations. So when a young man from Utah goes missing in Bangkok, his parents are soon knocking on Bob's door asking for help.
    But what starts out as a simple missing person case takes a deadly turn as Bangkok Bob's search for the missing Mormon brings him up against Russian gangsters, hired killers, corrupt cops and kickboxing thugs. And he learns that even in the Land of Smiles, people can have murder on their minds.
    Here are the first few chapters:
     
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    CHAPTER 1
     
    She was wearing a lurid Versace silk shirt, had a diamond-studded Rolex watch on her wrist, diamante Gucci sunglasses perched on top of her head and a Louis Vuitton handbag on her lap. She pretty much had all brand name bases covered but she still looked like a sixty-year-old woman with more money than taste. She had brought her large Mercedes to a stop next to a fruit stall and she wound down the passenger side window and waved a ring-encrusted hand at the fruit vendor. I was sitting behind her in a taxi that had only just managed to avoid slamming into her trunk.
    The fruit vendor was also in her sixties but had clearly had a much harder life than the woman in the Mercedes. Her face was pockmarked with old acne scars and her stomach bulged against her stained apron as she weighed out mangoes for a young housewife.   The fruit vendor pocketed the housewife's money and waddled over to the car and bent down to listen to the woman, then nodded and hurried back to her stall. The driver tapped out a number on her cell phone and began an animated conversation.
    “Hi-so,” said my taxi driver, pulling a face. He wound down his window, cleared his throat, and spat a stream of greenish phlegm into the street.
    Hi-so.
    High society.
    From a good family. But in Thailand being from a good family didn't necessarily equate to good manners. The woman in the Mercedes almost certainly wasn't aware of the dozen or so cars waiting patiently for her to get out of the way. And even if she was aware, she wouldn't have cared. After all, she had the Mercedes and the diamond-encrusted Rolex and we didn't, so it really didn't matter that she was holding us up. It was the natural order of things.
    There was no point in getting upset. She would move when she was ready, and not before and there was nothing that I or the taxi driver could say or do that would change that. Acceptance was the only option.
    The Thais have an