Bangkok hit like wet concrete at two in the afternoon.
The humidity wrapped around Holden the moment he stepped off the plane, the kind of heat that made breathing a transaction.
The airport smelled like jasmine and fried fish and ten thousand bodies moving through recycled air.
He catalogued exits by reflex and found none of them useful.
Stu was already spiraling.
“The hotel better have air conditioning. Tell me the hotel has air conditioning.”
Phil shouldered his bag like a man on vacation.
“Stu. It’s Thailand. They invented air conditioning for Thailand.”
“That’s Japan. Japan invented” Stu stopped mid-correction, wiped his forehead, and looked at Holden.
“We’re going to be fine, right?”
Holden had no map here.
No Renata, no villa managers he’d paid off before, no casino floor staff who owed him quiet favors.
Vegas had rules he’d learned to read.
Bangkok had rules he couldn’t see yet, and Lauren’s father was waiting somewhere in the city with a face that said Stu was already a disappointment.
“We’ll be fine,” Holden said.
Alan adjusted his satchel and looked around the terminal with the wide-eyed openness of a man who’d never worried about customs.
“I brought gum. Did anyone tell them I brought gum? I don’t want to go to Thai jail for gum.”
“Nobody’s going to jail,” Doug said.
He looked calm, which meant he’d already decided this trip wasn’t his problem.
Doug had that gift.
They cleared customs.
Holden’s wallet was lighter than it should’ve been three weeks out from Vegas.
The five hundred from Stella’s runner work had stretched, barely, and he’d ground two more nights at the Bellagio poker room to add another three hundred to the Bangkok envelope.
He had eighteen hundred in cash, Stella’s fee paid in advance, and a reserve so thin it was mostly faith.
Benny Aaland was waiting in arrivals with a sign that said WOLFPACK in marker on cardboard.
He was thirty, doughy, wearing a knockoff polo that was two sizes too big and smiling like this was the best gig he’d had in months.
“Holden, right?” Benny stuck out a hand.
“Stella’s cousin. She said you guys might need wheels.”
Holden shook.
Benny’s palm was damp.
“You know Bangkok?”
“I know a guy who knows it. Pim. She’s the real deal. Stella vouched for her, so.” Benny shrugged like that settled everything.
They loaded into a van Benny had rented with Stella’s money.
The city outside the windows was neon and scaffolding and motorbikes weaving through traffic like water through cracks.
Holden watched it all and knew none of it.
The Fixer’s Eye that read Vegas cold was blind here.
He didn’t know which cops to avoid or which neighborhoods turned expensive after dark or what a reasonable bribe looked like in baht.
The hotel was tall and glass and blessedly cool.
Stu made a small grateful sound when the air conditioning hit him.
Phil checked them in with the easy charm of a man who expected things to work out, and they did, and Holden stood to the side adding up what he didn’t know.
Lauren and her family were staying two floors up.
The wedding was in four days.
The bachelor party was tomorrow night, and Stu had spent the entire flight quietly catastrophizing about what his future father-in-law would think if anything went wrong.
Fohn was waiting in the lobby when they came back down.
He was sixty, compact, iron-grey hair and a face that looked like it had been disappointed professionally.
He shook Stu’s hand with the grip of a man testing something.
“You are the dentist,” Fohn said.
Stu straightened.
“Yes, sir. Doctor Price. Well. Mister. Mister Price. Stu.”
“My daughter says you are a good man.”
“I yes, sir. I try. I mean, I am. I will be.”
Fohn’s eyes moved over the rest of them, slow and measuring.
Holden felt the assessment land and stick.
Phil he dismissed as a troublemaker.
Alan he stared at for three seconds too long.
Doug he nodded at, fractionally.
Holden he looked at twice.
“You will take care of my daughter’s fiancé this week,” Fohn said.
It wasn’t a question.
Fohn turned back to Stu.
“Four days. No trouble. You understand?”
“Yes, sir. Absolutely. No trouble. None.”
Fohn left.
Stu exhaled like a man who’d just cleared airport security with something illegal in his bag.
“He hates me,” Stu said.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Doug said.
“He hates me. Did you see his face? That was hate.”
Phil clapped Stu on the shoulder.
“He’s a dad. Dads are supposed to look like that. You’re marrying his daughter. You could be a saint and he’d still want to break your knees.”
Alan opened his satchel and pulled out a travel-sized pack of wet wipes.
“I brought these in case anyone gets sweaty and needs to be less sweaty before meeting important people. Do you want one?”
Stu took three.
Holden’s phone buzzed.
A text from Stella.
Pim’s at the café across from your hotel.
Benny knows her.
She’ll cost but she’s clean.
He texted back.
How much?
Steep.
But you’ll need her.
Holden found Benny smoking outside the lobby.
“Your cousin says there’s someone I should meet.”
Benny grinned and flicked the cigarette into a planter.
“Yeah. Pim. She’s” He made a gesture that was half respect, half wariness.
“She’s the one you call when things go sideways here. Stella set it up. You got cash?”
“Some.”
“Bring more than some.”
The café was across two lanes of scooter-clogged traffic and down a side street that smelled like grilled meat and garbage in equal measure.
Pim was sitting at a corner table with iced coffee and a jade ring she turned on her finger while she watched the door.
She was twenty-nine, elegant in a way that made the humid café look like it was failing her, and when Holden sat down she smiled with her mouth and not her eyes.
“You are Stella’s American,” Pim said.
Her English was perfect and faintly musical.
“The one who cleans up after his friends.”
“That’s me.”
“She says you are careful. She says you pay your debts.”
“I do.”
Pim turned the ring twice.
“Bangkok is not Vegas. The people you know do not help you here. The rules are different. The prices are higher. You will make mistakes.”
“I know.”
“Perhaps you do.” She sipped her coffee.
“I can help. It will be expensive. It is always expensive.”
“How expensive?”
“Two thousand US for the week. In advance. If your friends make trouble, I clean it. If they make very bad trouble, the price goes up.”
Holden’s wallet had eighteen hundred.
He’d need to eat and tip and cover incidentals.
Two thousand was more than he had.
“Fifteen hundred,” Holden said.
Pim smiled.
“You haggle. Stella did not mention that. Sixteen hundred. Final.”
He ran the numbers.
He could cover it if nothing else went wrong.
If nothing else went wrong was not a bet he should take with this group in a foreign city, but it was the only bet on the table.
“Deal,” Holden said.
She held out a hand.
He shook it.
Her grip was cooler than the room.
“Your friends will have their party tomorrow,” Pim said.
“I will be nearby. Do not let them go to the places with no signs. Do not let the tall one bet on anything. Do not let any of them accept drinks from strangers.”
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“Bangkok is beautiful. It is also expensive when you are stupid. Try not to be stupid.”
She stood.
The jade ring caught the light.
She left a business card on the table with a phone number written in blue pen and nothing else.
Holden walked back to the hotel with Benny, who talked the whole way about how Pim was scary but fair and how Stella knew all the good people in all the bad places.
The heat hadn’t lessened.
The sun was heavy and white and the street noise was a constant layered roar of engines and voices and music bleeding from storefronts.
Upstairs, the Wolfpack was in Phil’s room planning tomorrow’s itinerary like it was an invasion.
Alan had marked a map with places that looked fun.
Stu was reading a guidebook and catastrophizing about food poisoning.
Doug was on the phone with Tracy, reassuring.
Phil looked up.
“We good?”
“We’re covered,” Holden said.
“Covered how?”
“Local contact. She knows the city. If anything goes wrong, she can fix it.”
“How much?”
“Handled.”
Phil studied him for a beat, then nodded.
“You’re the guy. I trust it.”
Holden’s phone buzzed again.
Stella.
Pim’s pricey but she’s the best I know over there.
You’ll be fine.
He texted back.
Thanks.
Don’t let Stu get a tattoo.
Lauren’s dad will actually kill him.
Holden looked at Stu, who was now Googling “can you get food poisoning from pad thai.” He thought about Fohn’s face and the four days stretching ahead and the sixteen hundred he’d just promised to a woman he’d known for ten minutes.
He was blind here.
No map, no network, no idea what normal looked like or what trouble cost or how fast things could go bad in a language he didn’t speak.
The Fixer’s Eye that made him useful at home was just weight here.
But he had Pim’s card.
He had Benny, who at least knew where the hotel was.
He had Stella a phone call away, and Phil’s trust, and a wedding in four days that couldn’t go wrong without Fohn deciding Stu was every bit the disaster he looked like.
Holden had gotten them this far.
He’d get them through this.
Alan held up the map.
“There’s a place that does tiger photos. Can we go there?”
“No,” Holden said.
“Okay. There’s also a”
“No tigers, Alan. No animals. No zoos. Nothing with teeth.”
Alan folded the map, disappointed.
“This city has a lot of rules.”
Stu looked up from his phone.
“Please tell me we’re not doing anything dangerous tomorrow.”
“Define dangerous,” Phil said.
“Anything. Anything that could go wrong. Anything Lauren’s dad could hear about.”
“Stu.” Phil leaned back in his chair.
“We’re in Bangkok for your wedding. We are going to have one perfect, controlled, extremely chill bachelor party, and nothing is going to go wrong. Right, Holden?”
Holden looked at the four of them.
Phil’s easy confidence.
Stu’s rising panic.
Alan’s satchel sitting on the bed like a bomb with a bow on it.
Doug on the phone, already checked out.
He’d made this same promise in Vegas, and Vegas had cost him seventy-two hundred and most of his margin.
Bangkok didn’t know him.
Bangkok didn’t owe him anything.
And tomorrow night these four would go out into the wet neon dark and do exactly what they always did.
“Right,” Holden said.
The lie was easier the second time.