A Heavy Price (part 1) tells the story of two friends who are desperate for money. They hatch a murder plot…
He’s dead now. There’s really not much I can do about it anymore. Why did he have to
spoil everything? If he hadn’t lost his nerve we never would have taken the hike up the
Sorry, I guess you are wondering what I am talking about. Let me start at the beginning.
Malcolm and I have been friends ever since we met at school. We met and the chemistry
was there. He was in a fight with another boy when I first saw him. He was taking a
beating, so I went over to help him. Even at age eight I had this inner confidence that has
stood me in good stead all my life. I stepped between them and hit the other boy between
the eyes. He was stunned at first, and then he ran away immediately.
Malcolm and I became firm friends from then on.
I’m Jack Lawless. I break just over six foot with dark wavy hair, blue eyes and a
pragmatic approach to life. I learned early on that worrying achieves nothing, so I have
always tried to make the best of whatever fate hands me. I have fought hard to get where
I am today. I don’t give a shit. I live up to my name. I left my wife when I caught her in
bed with my best friend. I was so angry I wanted to move right away from my past. I
applied for a job with this arms trading company because it offered me a place in
Bangkok. I couldn’t get much further much further away from the pain of my betrayal
than that. I needed to go somewhere I could build a new life.
I have managed to make a lot of money in the last three years I’ve been in Thailand;
enough to start achieving my dream of buying a few buildings and doing them up for
resale. I had already been looking at some old godowns on the Chao Phraya river bank
that looked promising. I had enough to put down a good deposit, but I still needed more
money to pay the full purchase price. If I didn’t get the money soon I would miss the
opportunity. I was determined to be rich enough to retire within ten years. These
buildings would be the start of my quest.
Malcolm was quite a contrast. He was only about five foot five in wet socks. His eyes
were light amber, which really attracted the women. But he lacked the confidence to be
really successful with them. He had a few girlfriends but they rarely stayed long. It didn’t
seem to bother him. He was too self-absorbed to care.
Malcolm was always broke. He never was any good with money. He loved to gamble and
he would often borrow small sums off me when he lost….
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