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Manit passed the piers where the big fishing boats docked under hazy Amber orbs.

For Manit, it was a hard thing to watch.

"So you see, sir,” said Somkit in a voice sweet as palm sugar, "we were just testing that taxi out so we could fix the motor. Ask Officer Manit—he'll vouch for me.”

The night Somkit had jump-started Manit’s speedboat, Pong had taken note of the officer's license plate.

Now he hoped Somkit had found a way to get Manit’s boat back to him.