Rolf Müller-Overbeck lay in the hammock he’d probably slept in. He looked wasted. His long hair was greasy and some food had got caught in his days-old stubble. In fact, he looked almost dead.
The dive shop was deserted. Neither Pete nor Samnang, nor any of the other employees could be seen.
“Holidays?”
Rolf barely moved, and waved him away with tired arms.
“There’s a story doing the rounds in Phnom Penh that someone got eaten by a shark down here. I suppose my customers from Frankfurt told everyone in their guest house horror stories. We have only cancellations for the next few weeks. I’ve sent our workers home.”
Maier sat on the wooden stairs to the office of Reef Pirates.
“And where is Kaley?”
“Kaley’s gone.”
Maier looked past the dive-shop owner out to sea. Koh Tonsay was almos
