“What happened, Maier?”
The detective shook his head in exhaustion and pointed at the car. Carissa had pounced on him as soon as he’d reached the guest house in Kampot.
She looked indescribable, all in red. Before he could say anything, she handed him a Vodka orange and a half-smoked joint. Maier couldn’t have imagined a better breakfast.
In a few rushed sentences he told his old flame what had happened during the night. Carissa looked on with concern.
“Raksmei wants to stay here, wants to take over the orphanage again. Do you think Tep will come back to take his revenge? After all she played a double game to avenge her brother.”
Maier shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t think that she is in danger. Tep escaped, but he is badly injured. I doubt he will seek revenge. He has known Raksmei
