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Gran said they would take a break and left the room. Larson sank down to the table, hiding his face in his hands.
The policewoman came back. She carried a plate with coffee and sandwitches.
- Are you hungry? asked the woman.
- Some coffee would be nice, said Larson.
- How is it going with Gran? asked the policewoman.
- So so.
- He can be a bastard. Ask me, I work for him.
- A class in common courtesy would not hurt him, said Larson.
- He hates people like you.
- People like me? Please. I am not what he thinks.
- I don’t mind, said the policewoman. – One of my friends lives in Thailand. He likes young boys too.
Larson fell silent. He drank his coffee and had a sandwich.
- Can I make I phone call? asked Larson.
- Sure, said the policewoman. She left and returned with a portable phone set.
When he was alone again Larson took a note with phone numbers out of his wallet and dialed a number in Bangkok.
- Miller, said a voice.
- Robert! It is Larson. I am in trouble. They are interrogating me and accusing me of all sorts of things.
- In Sweden?
- At the airport! I am barely off the plane. Can’t they do this some other time? I am exhausted.
- They want to catch you off guard and speak to you when you are tired, hoping you will say something stupid, said Robert Miller.
- They had someone take my photo in Sunee Plaza!
- I am not surprised. Pattaya is full of foreign agents.
- They twist my words and try to trap me. It is awful! That detective is a bastard. He has made up his mind about me. But the policewoman at least seems to be human. She brought me coffee.
- Beware. They are playing good cop bad cop. Both of them have the same goal, to make you admit something.
- They are? I didn’t think of that. What should I tell them?
- Take my advice, said Miller. – And say it exactly like I tell you now.
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Chief Detective Gran came back.
- Tell me more about your Cambodia trip, said Gran.
- Before I do that I would like to know what my legal status is please?
- Your legal status? Why? Have you spoken to a lawyer?
- Am I arrested?
- No.
- Am I charged with anything?
- No.
- So I am free to walk out of here?
- In theory yes. But I would not do that if I were you. It is to your advantage to cooperate.
- I will be the judge of what is to my advantage, said Larson and rose from the chair.
- You are making a mistake, said Gran.
- Maybe. But that’s my problem isn’t it?
- Very well Mr. Larson, said Gran. - You can go. But you will hear from us again.
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