![]() ![]() He wouldn't be helping anyone by eschewing food. The policeman shrugged and ordered a cold Bintang beer and a nasi goreng. His ample stomach immediately protested his conclusion, rumbling like a distant storm. Singh grimaced - even by his own standards it seemed callous to be longing for dinner at such a time. Wherever he was, the smell of cooking food was always enticing. His nostril hairs quivered appreciatively. He smelt the spicy warm scent of ikan bakar, fish wrapped in banana leaf, on the hotel barbecue. He realised that the racket reminded him of his wife's cross tones on those regular occasions when he arrived late for a family dinner or had a few beers too many at the Chinese coffee shop around the corner from his home. ![]() The night-time cacophony did have a certain familiarity. The policeman scratched his salt-and-pepper beard thoughtfully. ![]() The sounds of Bali were so different from the din of construction sites and car engines that he was used to in Singapore. Inspector Singh could hear the heavy groans of frogs and the harsh chirping of crickets. A Bali Conspiracy Most Foul: Inspector Singh Investigates ![]()
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