For The Thrill of it. A Michael Stone adventure.

Previously

…She was thinking like an investigator. She was thinking like someone who had been set up and understood how information flowed. Michael dialed. The connection clicked twice, then rang. It rang four times. A voice answered in Thai. Michael switched to English. "It's Stone. I need a favor." The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment. Then it spoke in English, accented and precise. "Stone. You owe me from the last time." "I know." "This one will cost more." "It always does." Michael looked at the page on the counter. At the woman who'd carried it through a river. At the road outside, empty for now. He began to talk.