The Angkor Abduction

Austin I Pullé

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When sex-traffickers kidnap a beautiful Eurasian teenager when she is on a school trip to the famous Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, Alex reluctantly agrees to join in the search but then finds himself fighting a ruthless former Khmer Rouge warlord to rescue the beautiful Imogen and reunite her with her mother.

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Adventure
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 29 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781669844891
• Langue: English

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THE ANGKOR ABDUCTION
 
 
 
 
 
 
AUSTIN I PULLÉ
 
 
Copyright © 2022 by Austin I Pullé.

Library of Congress Control Number:
           2022916065
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-4491-4

Softcover
978-1-6698-4490-7

eBook
978-1-6698-4489-1
 
 
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 08/26/2022
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Prologue
Chapter 2 Singapore—Alex
Chapter 3 Ta Prohm Temple, Angor Wat, Cambodia
Chapter 4 Nalini—Singapore
Chapter 5 Sonn Sam—Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 6 The Kuan Yin Temple, Singapore
Chapter 7 The Geomancer—Chinatown Point, Singapore
Chapter 8 Four Seasons Hotel, Singapore
Chapter 9 Julius Polignac Offices, Singapore
Chapter 10 Caledonian-Chinese International School, Singapore
Chapter 11 Botanic Garden, Singapore
Chapter 12 Boat Quay, Singapore
Chapter 13 Trinh—Fort Canning, Singapore
Chapter 14 Alex—Geylang Red Light District, Singapore
Chapter 15 Silk Air
Chapter 16 Imogen—Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 17 Hotel Apsara Diamond, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 18 The Bayon Imperial, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 19 The Night Aquarium Restaurant, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 20 Mong La, Myanmar
Chapter 21 The Apsara Café, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 22 Imogen Photoshoot—Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 23 Sapphire Buddha Temple, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 24 The Foundation for Innocents, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 25 The Apostles’ Club, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 26 Sisters of Mercy Hospital, Phnom Penh
Chapter 27 Phnom Penh International Airport, Cambodia
Chapter 28 Sonn’s House Mansion, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 29 Sisters of Mercy Hospital, Phnom Penh
Chapter 30 Trinh—Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Chapter 31 Nalini, Arul, Lakshmi—Pasir Ris, Singapore
Chapter 32 Ta Prohm Temple, Angkor Wat, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 33 Blue Elephant Inn, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 34 Breakfast Garden, Blue Elephant Inn, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 35 Alex—Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 36 Imogen—Ton Lé Sap Lake, Cambodia
Chapter 37 Rice Fields, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 38 Villa Frangipani Auction, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 39 Bidding—Vila Frangipani, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 40 Winning Bid—Villa Frangipani, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Chapter 41 Farewells—Siem Reap International Airport, Cambodia
CHAPTER 1
Prologue
Blossom—Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Stuck in traffic and irritated, Siray looked up from her phone and watched a scrawny urchin sprinting on the muddy sidewalk strewn with plastic straws, broken glass bottles, and food waste. Siray felt ashamed of her country. “In Singapore,” she told her driver, “Mother go jail for making daughter beg.”
“Yes, madam,” the driver replied, even though he had never left Cambodia. “Singapore no allow beggar.”
Siray rechecked her iPhone for the umpteenth time. Glad that she was protected from the violent thundershower pelting down rain like hailstones outside, she could not understand how beggar children enjoyed splashing in the mud in the middle of torrential rain instead of sheltering in a wayside drinks kiosk. Having arrived at the Phnom Penh International Airport an hour earlier from a shopping trip in Singapore, she was eager to get home. Her father’s driver greeted her in the special VIP’s arrival luxury lounge reserved for diplomats and ministers although neither she nor her father was eligible to use the lounge. She had rewarded the customs official with ten American dollars for bringing her checked-in bags to the enclosure without daring to inspect them much less asking her to pay the mandatory customs duties on the Birkin bags, Hermes scarves, and Chanel suits neatly packed in her Louis Vuitton luggage ensemble. Leaving a half-finished glass of chardonnay on the bar counter of the VIP lounge and popping a few salted peanuts into her mouth, Siray had followed the driver out of the lounge, who carried her bags to her father’s brand-new red Lamborghini Urus. Even though there was a slight drizzle, Siray did not mind waiting. Protocol required that the driver should open the door for her to get in. It was only when the driver had slid open the door and bowed to her that she got in, and the driver slid the door shut with what she thought was unnecessary force. The driver left the airport parking lot without paying the parking fee, a privilege of the powerful who signaled power by not deigning to display a license plate, having vehicle windows tinted beyond their allowable limit, and tearing up parking tickets.
Siray already missed Klaus and the gleaming malls of Singapore that she had reluctantly left but a few hours ago. Her father had ordered her to return for his mother’s birthday party. “Family is everything,” he had lectured her. “It’s all you’ve got.” Angry with her father for cutting short her shopping trip, she had wanted to blurt out that she knew that her father was fucking her best friend but had held back at the last moment. She knew that her father had paid for the Jimmy Choos flaunted by her friend. But Siray had upstaged the bitch by buying two sets of Christian Louboutins and three blood-red, blue, and purple Birkin bags in Singapore, charging these to the black American Express card that her father had given her. The gentle drizzle that had greeted her at the airport turned itself into a raging thunderstorm with flashes of lightning followed by deafening claps of thunder that seemed too close for comfort. Siray shivered in the Lamborghini and told the driver to turn down the air conditioner although the freezing interior pleasantly reminded her of the luxury shopping malls in that to her Singapore were heaven on earth. She had bought several dresses from the Chanel shop at the Ion Shopping Mall and then visited Prada at the Paragon Shopping Mall. She purred at the prospect of posting pictures of her purchases on Instagram and Facebook to be envied by her clubbing friends.
Still stuck in traffic, Siray to the driver to join the other drivers by leading on the horn. She checked her iPhone XI for any messages. Her German lover—who had romanced her at the Ion Mall and had then spent some passionate hours with her at a Hotel 81, a short happy-time hotel—had not replied to the dozen messages, each with different emoticons, that she had sent him from Changi Airport. She sighed in pleasure remembering the blond pubic hairs that had engulfed her when she had gone down on him and his grunts of appreciation in German, especially when he reached orgasm and released his essence into her mouth, which she swallowed in one gulp. After this bout of passion, as she nestled in his arm, Klaus stroked her hair and said, “I need a loan of ten thousand dollars to finish my app. It’s a killer app.” When they exited the short happy-time motel, they walked, arms entwined like a soon-to-be-married couple, to an ATM. She told Klaus, who was wearing aviator sunglasses, that he looked like Brad Pitt. Thwarted by the withdrawal limits at the machine, Klaus disguised his annoyance and persuaded Siray to take a taxi to the Maybank branch at Holland Village, where Siray withdrew the money from the joint account she had with her father. Siray stood on the tips of her high-heeled shoes, nearly tumbling to kiss Klaus after giving him the money, and said she would WhatsApp him when she would return to Singapore. Klaus, who was reading a text from a teenage Filipina waitress from Hooters at Clarke Quay that he would meet later that night, rolled his eyes behind his glasses but told Siray that he could hardly wait.
The traffic began to move slowly. Siray looked through the rain-splattered window. The urchin was not to be seen. The rain was pounding the sidewalk and the roof of the Lamborghini like bullets from a souped-up Uzi. Siray hated the rain. Unlike Singapore, Phnom Penh didn’t have shelters built for thundershowers. She hoped that, when she went out clubbing in Phnom Penh, the iconic red heels of the Louboutines would not be damaged by the uneven sidewalks or be coated with mud which damage that she knew would cheer her clubbing friends.
The thundershower had drenched the little girl’s clothes. She shivered. It was not the wet rain and the drenched rayon fabric that cl