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perhaps violence would suddenly break out. Then we realized it
was flowers that people were tossing through the air, and some
of the soldiers had wrapped garlands of marigolds and jasmine
around their helmets.
Timmy said, “I hate the corruption in Thailand. I really do.
And I’m not prepared to mutter, ‘It’s Chinatown, Jake,’ and just gloomily move on. If I were Thai, I would definitely be up to
my receding hairline working with the good-government
groups, just like I did in Albany in the eighties. But the
corruption here isn’t what’s most profoundly Thai. What’s most
deeply Thai, I think, is Buddhist perspective and ethics and
sane-heartedness.”
“Don’t forget sanuk.”
“Maybe that especially.”
“And of course, lying down in the early evening with some
satiny-skinned butch lady-boy for a few kisses and a relaxing
mutual wank before enjoying a splendid green curry under a full
moon.”
“Those are definitely among the most enchanting forms of
Thai sanuk.”
I said, “It’s a shame about the Griswolds. Especially Gary —
the guy’s instincts were as pure as they could possibly be. He
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was oh so naive, but his heart was good. We have to track him
down when we get home and see if we can be of any help. It’s
the least we can do, since I was hired to get the guy out of any scrape he was in and I didn’t exactly succeed at that. Anyway,
without Griswold, it’s unlikely we would have come here and
rediscovered — discovered for the first time in your case —
this magical kingdom.”
“I wonder,” Timmy said, “what really happened with Sheila
Griswold? It was her disappearance that set all this craziness in motion in the first place.”
“Sometimes,” I said, “‘It’s Chinatown, Jake’ isn’t about a
strange and unknowable place. It’s about a strange and
unknowable family. The Griswolds may be one of those
families.”
Timmy said, “Do you think we’ll ever know the truth about
Sheila?”
“Maybe in our next lives,” I said. “We’ll just have to be
more patient than we’re used to.”
But then people all around us began to shush one another,
and us. For the king was about to speak.
EPILOGUE
Thailand was inexpensive enough for us to stay around for
another eight days without breaking the bank. The coup
discouraged new tourists from arriving, so it was never hard to
get a table in a restaurant, and there were fewer buff Bavarians to compete with during our predinner visits to Paradisio.
Both General Yodying and Anant na Ayudhaya, choosing
exile over jail, had flown to Singapore for extended stays, so it was unclear what would become of Gary Griswold’s condo.
Meanwhile, Kawee, Mango and Miss Nongnat moved into the
apartment. All three had been hired by Pugh to work as
operatives for him, so among them they could afford the
maintenance on the condo.
A few months later, we heard from Pugh, the condo was
sold for a good price. Pugh took a commission, but the bulk of
the proceeds went to Griswold back in the US. He used the
money to open up a Sayadaw U storefront Buddhist meditation
and study center on Duvall Street in Key West. Somebody also
established a Sayadaw U center in Bangkok, but it wasn’t a
thirty-eight-million-dollar operation. That money had flown
away, into Algonquin Steel stock and elsewhere. The Bangkok
center was just a stall in the lobby of the Grand Hyatt, and
Griswold’s request for a visa to attend the formal opening was
denied. He never returned to Thailand, although he told us later that he had become involved with a Thai-American
orthodontist in Miami who was into ballroom dancing and
model railroading. Also, a friend in Massachusetts ran into the
two men when they got married on a beach in Provincetown in
a Buddhist ceremony.
Timmy and I were startled to read in the Albany Times Union
a month or so after we returned from Thailand that two men
had died when they somehow fell from the roof of the high-rise
apartment building where they lived together on Central
Avenue in Albany. The two were identified as Duane Hubbard,
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a local personal trainer, and Matthew Mertz, a businessman and
sometime actor. Police said it looked like an accident — tests
showed that the two men were high on crystal meth when they
fell — although officials were not ruling out a double suicide.
Friends said both men had been despondent after losing money
in a business investment that had not worked out.
Bill Griswold was just barely able to wrest back control of
Algonquin Steel. A sizable minority share of the company
remained with a group whose base was in Singapore, although
Griswold found out that this organization was almost certainly a front for unidentified Thais.
I learned about Algonquin Steel’s fate when I ran into Ellen
Griswold at the Subway shop down the street from my office in
the early fall of that year. She was a morning-shift volunteer at the fund drive for the public radio station across from my
building, and she had stopped in at Subway to pick up some
eats to take home for her kids’ lunch.
“Well,” she said, “if it isn’t the man who swindled me out of
— how much was it?”
“I actually lost money on your case,” I said. “Or broke even
at best. And I didn’t appreciate your trying to have my business-class plane ticket back to New York downgraded to coach.
Somebody Rufus Pugh knows at Thai Airways tipped him off,
and he told me what you were trying to pull.”
“The airline basically told me to go fly a kite. I was just
terrifically upset at that point. So was Bill.”
“But he’s still CEO at Algonquin, I see. So you two landed
on your feet well enough, it looks like.”
It was then that she told me about the legal machinations —
as well as a sizable cash payment to the group in Singapore —
that enabled the family to retain control of the company.
“So you must have some fairly bitter feelings about
Thailand,” I said. “Your experience with the place was less
happy than mine was in the end.”
“Yes, for a while that was true. But it’s all worked out for
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Econo-Build stores in Bangkok next year and one in Chiang
Mai. In fact, he’s in Bangkok right now working on the
financing. Three of the younger army generals are investing, as
well as a few others. I’m actually looking forward to going along on Bill’s next trip. Both of us have always loved travel, and we travel well together. It’s one of the best things about our
basically good marriage. Speaking of significant others, how is
your partner Timothy? Has he fully recovered from his nearplunge-off-a-balcony ordeal?”
“Timmy came through all of that less traumatized than you
might expect,” I said. “In fact, he’s so enthusiastic about
Thailand that we’ll probably take a winter vacation there.”
“If we’re there at the same time, maybe you could join us for
dinner at the Oriental. You could pay. On second thought, that
might not work. Bill still holds you responsible for siding with Gary in his absurd attempt to give away Algonquin Steel to a
group of religious fanatics.”
“I know you’re not in touch with Gary,” I said. “I’ve spoken
to him a few times in Key West. He seems to be doing okay,
but he did not speak well of either of you two.”
