Inspector Zhang handed the bodyguard his passport. “You say that you have only worked for Mr. Srisai for two months.”
“That’s correct.”
“But I see from the visas in your passport that you only arrived from Israel two months ago.”
The bodyguard put away the passport. “That’s right. I was hired over the phone and flew out to take up the position.”
“But you had never met before then?”
The bodyguard shook his head. “A friend of Mr. Srisai recommended me. We spoke on the phone and agreed on terms, and I flew straight out to Thailand. Shortly after I arrived, shots were fired at his house and a maid was killed, so he decided to fly to Singapore.”
Inspector Zhang smiled. “Well, thank you for your time,” he said. He stood up and patted Sergeant Lee on the arm. “Come with me,” he said and took her through the galley and into the economy cabin, which was almost empty. The cabin crew were shepherding the few remaining passengers out of the door at the rear of the plane. “I think it best we speak here, so that the passengers cannot hear us,” he said. “So what do you think, Sergeant?”
She shrugged and opened her notebook. “I don’t know, sir, I just don’t know. We have an impossible situation, a crime that could not have happened and yet clearly has happened.”
“Very succinctly put, Sergeant,” said Inspector Zhang.
“We know that the victim couldn’t have been shot on the plane. That would have been impossible.”
“That is true,” said Inspector Zhang.
“But if he had been shot before he boarded, why was there no blood? And how could a man with a bullet in his chest get onto the plane, eat his meal and go to the toilet? That would be impossible, too.”
“Again, that is true,” agreed the Inspector.
“So it’s impossible,” said Sergeant Lee, flicking through her notebook. “The only solutions are impossible ones.”
Inspector Zhang held up his hand. “Then at this point we must consider the words of Sherlock Holmes in “The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet,”The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet,” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. For in that book the great detective lays down one of the great truths of detection — once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
Sergeant Lee frowned. “But how does that help us if everything is impossible?”
“No, Sergeant. Everything cannot be impossible because we have a victim and we have a crime scene, and we also have a murderer that we have yet to identify. What we have to do is to eliminate the impossible, and that we have done. We know that he was killed on the plane. That is certain because he was alive for most of the flight. So it was impossible for him to have been killed before boarding. But we are equally certain that it was impossible for him to have been shot while he was sitting in the cabin.”
“Exactly,” said Sergeant Lee. “It’s impossible. The whole thing is impossible.” She snapped her notebook shut in frustration.
Inspector Zhang smiled. “Not necessarily,” he said quietly. “We have eliminated the impossible, so we are left with the truth. If he was not shot on the plane, then he must have been shot before he boarded. That is the only possibility.”
“Okay,” said the Sergeant hesitantly.
“And if he did not die before boarding, then he must have been murdered on the plane.”
The Sergeant shrugged.
“So the only possible explanation is that he was shot before he boarded and was murdered on the plane.” Inspector Zhang pushed his spectacles up his nose. “I know that those two statements appear to be mutually exclusive, but it is the only possible explanation.” He took out his cell phone. “I must use my phone,” he said and headed towards the rear of the plane.
The pilot came up to Sergeant Lee, and they both watched as Inspector Zhang talked into his cell phone, his hand cupped around his mouth.
“Is he always like this?” asked Captain Kumar.
“Like what?” asked Sergeant Lee.
“Secretive,” said the pilot. “As if he doesn’t want anyone else to know what’s going on.”
“I think Inspector Zhang does not like to be wrong,” she said. “So until he is sure, he holds his own counsel.”
“Do you think he knows who the killer is?”
“If anyone does, it is Inspector Zhang,” she said.
They waited until Inspector Zhang had finished, but when he did put the phone away, he turned his back on them and headed out of the door at the back of the plane.
“Now where is he going?” asked Captain Kumar.
“I have absolutely no idea,” said Sergeant Lee.
After a few minutes the Inspector returned, followed by two brown-uniformed Thai policemen with large handguns in holsters and gleaming black boots.
“Is everything all right, Inspector?” asked the pilot.
“Everything is perfect,” said Inspector Zhang. “I am now in a position to hand the perpetrator of the crime over to the Thai authorities.” He strode past them and headed towards the front of the plane. Captain Kumar and Sergeant Lee fell into step behind the two Thai police officers.
Inspector Zhang stopped at the front of the cabin and looked down at the bodyguard, who was sipping a glass of orange juice. “So, Mr. Gottesman, I now understand everything,” he said.
The Israeli shrugged.
“The confrontation at the security checkpoint at Changi Airport was nothing to do with your client’s watch, was it?”
“It was his watch. It set off the alarm,” said the bodyguard.
“No, Mr. Gottesman, it was not his watch. And you should know that I have only just finished talking to the head of security at the airport.”
The bodyguard slowly put down his glass of orange juice.
“Your client was wearing a bullet-proof vest under his shirt, and he was told by security staff that he could not wear it on the plane. Isn’t that the case, Mr. Gottesman?”
The Israeli said nothing and his face remained a blank mask.
“They made him remove the bullet-proof jacket and check it into the hold,” said Inspector Zhang.
“If that happened, I didn’t see it. I’d already left the security area.”
“Nonsense. You are a professional bodyguard. Your job requires you to stay with him at all times. No bodyguard would leave his client’s side. And I also spoke to the hotel where Mr. Srisai stayed. There were reports of a shot this morning. A gunshot. At the hotel.”
The bodyguard shrugged carelessly. “That’s news to me,” he said.
Inspector Zhang’s eyes hardened. “It is time to stop lying, Mr. Gottesman.”
“I’m not lying. Why would I lie?”
Inspector Zhang pointed a finger at the bodyguard’s face. “I know everything, Mr. Gottesman, so lying is futile. You were with Mr. Srisai when he was shot. The chief of security at the hotel told me as much.”
“So?”
“So I need you to explain the circumstances of the shooting to me.”
The bodyguard sighed and folded his arms. “We left the hotel. We were heading to the car. Out of nowhere this guy appeared with a gun. He shot Mr. Srisai in the chest and ran off.”
“Which is when you realised that your client was wearing a bullet-proof vest under his shirt.”
The bodyguard nodded.
“And that came as a surprise to you, did it not?”
“He hadn’t told me he was wearing a vest, if that’s what you mean.”
“The vest that saved his life.”
The bodyguard nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Can you explain to me why the police were not called?”
“Mr. Srisai said not to. The shooter ran off. Then we heard a motorbike. He got clean away. He’d been wearing a mask, so we didn’t know what he looked like. Mr. Srisai said he just wanted to get out of Singapore.”