Phuong waited at the Star the next morning at the usual time, but there was no sign of Bill. He made his way to the office and waited but there was no word from Bill and by 10:00 am he began to worry.
Parking his scooter in front of Bill's apartment complex on Cát Linh đường phố, he sensed something was amiss as the hair on the back of his neck began to tingle. All of his training now kicked in as he flattened himself against the wall of the complex wall and stealthily made his way toward the apartment. Even from a his vantage point at the corner of open corridor he could see that Bill's apartment door was ajar...
He now regretted not telling Bill about what he learned about Anh and the enquiries that Trung had been making about him in his absence. Time stood still as he crept along the wall, he slowly pushed the door with his fingers, keeping concealed against the wall incase there was someone inside. The door slowly swung open, he peeked into the semi dark room and noticed the body on the floor.
There was a pool of blood on the floor next to Bill, although crept into the room softly. His ears tuned to the slightest sound, slowly he crouched and noted that the blood seemed to come from a superficial head wound on the back of his skull He carefully rolled Bill over to see if there were any other wounds, but fortunately he seemed to be uninjured except for the deep gash in his head. He noted Bill's eye lids begin to flicker and slowly open, and in a croaky voice ask where he was. Phuong peered into his face, until the glimmer of recognition passed over his face.
It was then that Phuong noticed the slogan painted on the walls "get out you imperialist dog" in dripping red paint.
So this was the tactic they were using Phuong thought...
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