The young journalist watched Maier nervously across a table of the Boat Noodle Restaurant. A few of the surrounding tables were occupied by employees – Khmer and barang – of the NGOs who had their offices in the adjacent buildings.
barangHe could see that the young man wasn’t comfortable, though he’d chosen the restaurant. Maier was in a hurry and journalists were badly paid in Cambodia. The detective pushed a hundred-dollar bill across the table at Sorthea Sam. The young writer stared at the money and asked in French, “What do you expect for this money? That’s more than I earn in a month. I don’t think that I have information that is worth one hundred dollar to you.”
Maier guessed that the man was very frightened. Otherwise he would have taken the money straight away.
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