Part 15 - Police Help Needed

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AT THONG LOR police station, a call came through.

"We have a problem with a patient. We will need your help in finding out who he is. He was brought in yesterday," the young office worker had only started two weeks before at a general hospital, the biggest in the region.

"We can get no response from him."

"Is he unconscious?" asked the police telephonist.

"No, he seems perfectly okay, but he can't remember anything, even his name."

"Did he have any id on him?"

"No, that's why I was told to call you."

A similar conversation was taking place at Bang Rak police station.

"His eyes are open, his vital signs are good, in fact, he is very fit. But he can't move or speak. The doctors here are not sure what is wrong with him. We need to contact his family to find out if this has happened to him before."

Bang Khen Metropolitan Police were having a quiet night. They had cleared the roads of street racers the day before and didn't expect to see them for at least a week. They had chosen another stretch of road for their race.

None of the Royal Family or any MPs was flying in or out tonight, so coffees all round and feet up.

Until "We need an officer urgently."

The police phone almost bounced as a male from Phramongkutklao Hospital was breathless at his request. He was trying to remain calm, while thoughts of zombie invasions kept flashing in his mind.

"An officer is on his way."

The assured answer was delivered as it raised her eyes.

"Not another prank, I hope?" she mouthed to her colleague.

Ten minutes later, the police car pulled up at the hospital's parking area. The officer got out of the car as a man in white trousers and jacket grabbed his arm.

"You must come quick. Follow me."

"What's the rush?"

"Wait till you see him. I've heard of a drug that turns people into zombies, they've got it in England, maybe it's reached here?" panted the hospital worker.

The officer followed and quickened his pace and was led to a private room. There was a doctor by the bedside scratching his head.

"Never in all my years have I seen a patient like this."

"What's he done? Your colleague seems scared?" said the young and keen new officer.

His sergeant had sent him alone, partly to show his confidence in the young lad, "Great experience for you. Show us you can handle it."

The other part was because the more senior officers wanted an easy night with a pack of cards.

The doctor pulled up the visitor's chair sat and pointed to another for the police officer to sit.

"They brought this man into us just over an hour ago. We cannot find anything wrong with him. We gave him medication to calm him. It didn't help. We upped the dosage to get him to sleep. But as you can see. Still awake and his eyes are very active. In fact, the only part of his body that is. We need you to find his wife, family or his local doctor and see what they know."

"Did he have any id on him?"

"Do you think we would ask for police help if he did?"

"Sorry. Has he got any tattoos or scars or anything that can help us?"

"He has religious markings, you know the sort that old monks make with bamboo needles. We have taken pictures, they are all on this CD with a photograph of his face. We have included details such as height, weight and blood group. We are a military hospital. We are experienced in unusual injuries, but this guy has us stumped."

The young officer returned to his station, reported what had happened to his boss. "Get on with it then," said the unimpressed senior officer.

The police computer was warming up, the young man was hammering at the keys, he entered the full description, he waited, nothing. A good percentage of ex-cons had similar tattoos. He ran a check. None matched. He was leaning back in his chair for a moment's thought, then he jumped at the bleep, signalling a new message to all stations.

"Missing men wanted for questioning. Approach with care!" It said.

There he was. Found one man. Three pictures of three men, and two shots of the babies suspected of being with them. The first man was wanted for murdering his wife and baby.

Ten minutes later, Gatts knew where all three were. However, getting further information from the suspects would not be so easy.

The smattering rain of earlier was turning into an early monsoon storm, Gatt's driver raced from the station stairs to the car park, he was drenched, Gatts only had to navigate the slippery steps and two yards to the passenger door he was also dripping. At least there was an umbrella on the back seat. It would be needed after their trek to the city of Bangkok.

In Kanchanaburi, the rainfall was worse, a run-off from the Song Kalia river hit a village in Sangkhla Buri district, inundating paddy fields and sugarcane plantations, houses and a sling bridge came down. Fortunately, so far at least, nobody had been hurt. Movement around the caves was extremely difficult, not pleasing Mat. He had work to do.

In the bedroom above Coffee Investigation's office, a crash of overhead thunder woke Skylab. She gingerly went downstairs to make a warm drink, half expecting a power-cut at any minute. She took the chance and flicked on the computer.

Dashing quicker than she should have, she called out, "Kev, Kev, they have found Sila, Cee and Jak. But, no babies."

It usually took more to wake Kev. This time he was instantly alert.

"Tell me more?"

"Gatts sent a message. He has left for Bangkok to talk to the officers. We'll know more tomorrow."

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