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Bangkok Tattoo
- Narrated by: Paul Boehmer
- Length: 11 hrs and 24 mins
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Publisher's Summary
From the author of the best seller Bangkok 8, a head-spinning new novel that puts us back in the company of the inimitable Royal Thai Police detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep.
We return to District 8, the underbelly of Bangkok's underworld, where a dramatically mutilated dead body is found. It's bad: he was CIA. It gets worse: the murderer appears to be Chanya, a tough, sweet working girl who's the highest earner at The Old Man's Club, jointly owned by Sonchai's mother and his boss, Police Colonel Vikorn.
Alerted by Sonchai, Vikorn quickly concocts a cover-up that involves Al Qaeda and Thailand's porous southern border where, since 9/11, the CIA has been an obviously covert presence. But the truth will be harder to come by, and it will require Sonchai to find an ever-more-delicate balance between his ambition and his Buddhism, while running the gamut of Bangkok's drug dealers, prostitutes, bad cops, worse military, and the pitfalls of his own melting heart (Chanya!), most of which he can handle. But even Sonchai is not prepared for what he discovers at the end of his investigation.
Piercingly smart and funny, densely atmospheric, and, as we already know to expect from John Burdett, packing a surprise at every turn, Bangkok Tattoo is sensational.
What the critics say
“An original, imaginative thriller.... Burdett writes like a dark angel.” (Chicago Tribune)
“You will read on and on, with wide-eyed fascination, some horror...and considerable delight.... If you’re looking for a good time, look no further.” (The Washington Post Book World)
“Mesmerizing: a comic tour of the underbelly of Bangkok in pursuit of both a murderer and the sublime.” (The New Yorker)