HE first victim was a British planter, and everyone at the Club said what a shame it was that after fifteen years in the country was killed just four days before he planned to leave.
Murder is the grimmest, briefest fame.
If the second victim, a month later, had not been an American, I probably would not have given the Johore murders a second thought, and I certainly would not have been involved in the business. The least dignified thing that can happen to a man is to be murdered. So, somewhere in Garcia's house, a passport was found, an American one, and that was when the Malaysian police contacted the Embassy in Kuala Lumpur. I was asked to go down for the death certificate, personal effects, and anything that might be necessary for the report to his next of kin. I intended it to be a stopover, a day in Johore, a night in Singapore, and then back to Ayer Hitam.