Chapter 87

Ex-Prosecutor Wattana’s phone rings as he prepares test questions for his class on the following day. The name in the screen displays “Unknown” – the same number he answered before but whose caller gave no response.

“Sawadee krap,” greeted Mil, picking up the call without hesitation.

“Sawadee krap. Is this Prosecutor Remil Wattana?” asked the caller on the other line.

“Krap. I am he. Who is this?”

“To Mil, who I’ll always love.”

Mil is taken aback and blanks out momentarily. There are only two persons in the world who knows what that phrase means, and one of them is already dead. “Who are you? What are you saying?” he asked again.

“To Mil, who I’ll always love,” repeated the caller instead of answering the question.

Mil stops from what he is doing to give his undivided attention to the one on the opposite line. “Who are you? Identify yourself!” he ordered, standing up from his seat to go to the nearest corner.

“To Mil, who I’ll always love.”