Love Songs from a Shallow Grave

out.”
    Phosy’s reaction surprised Siri but he decided that matter could wait.
    “And is the school connected? The scene of the murder?” Siri asked.
    “Is it ever! It’s where he went to school, Siri. It was his own classroom. He pinned his dead girlfriend to the blackboard he’d copied notes from for seven years. This is a very sick character, Siri.”
    “How’s he taking it?”
    “You know how they are. Denying this. Denying that. He had himself in tears at one point.”
    “So he hasn’t actually confessed to anything?”
    “He’s denied killing them but there’s no getting away from the fact he knew them all. He met the wife of his boss through work. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was ‘dating’ her as well. And get this. The syrup on the shaved ice is that our comrade Neung was a fencing star. He was the champion on the university team while he was in Munich.”
    “No, wait. How long was he there? Two…three years? How do you get to be a champion in so short a time?”
    “You don’t. He was already an expert before he left Laos. He learned from childhood from his own father.”
    “Miht, the groundsman?”
    “His father had grown up in a boys’ orphanage in Vietnam run by French priests. They had an extensive programme of sports organised for the boys to keep them on the straight and narrow. One of the priests had been a fencing champion and he trained the most promising of his students in sword-play. It appears Miht was the star pupil. If the opportunity had come up he might have even been good enough to compete in Europe, but the war put paid to those plans. Miht came to Laos and put all of his efforts into teaching the skill to his son. Neung had the same natural flair as his father. The old man has a collection of swords at his home.”
    Siri thought back to his relaxed conversation with the groundsman. His confident air. He recalled how the fellow had observed the crime scenes so intently. Siri wondered whether he’d known something. Whether he suspected his son might have been involved. Surely, when he discovered that the weapon was an épée…
    “It does all seem to fit together,” Siri agreed, pouring the last of their half-bottle into the glasses.
    “Seem? It’s a perfect fit, Siri. Your Judge Haeng is so pleased about it he’s decided to make this his first open court murder trial.”
    “Wait! He’s what? We don’t even have a constitution. How the hell can he run a murder trial without laws?”
    “Not sure, but he’s got the go-ahead from the minister and a couple of the politburo. A lot of people have been upset about all the killing that’s been going on lately. I get the feeling they want the country to know that justice is being done and criminals aren’t going to get away with it.”
    “When’s the trial?”
    “Next Tuesday.”
    “That soon?”
    “It is pretty open and shut, you have to agree.”
    “There’s no physical evidence, Phosy.”
    “You mean, no fingerprints?” Phosy laughed.
    “I mean no nothing. No eye witnesses, no blood matches, no connected murder weapon, no confessions – no nothing. But I suppose none of that matters if there’s no law. That doesn’t concern you?”
    “Come on, Siri. There’s so much circumstantial evidence you’d have to be a halfwit to think he was innocent.”
    “It’s called circumstantial because circumstances happen to coincide. And it’s almost as if he’s gone to a lot of trouble to point every finger at himself, circumstantially. But it isn’t proof. What was your impression of him, Phosy?”
    “My what?” Phosy was getting frustrated.
    “As a person. What did you feel? How did he affect you?”
    “Siri, you’re taking all this philosophical psychological bunkum a bit too far. This is a murderer.”
    “All right, forget psychology. What does your gut tell you? Your policeman’s instincts. You’ve met enough killers in your life. What did your gut tell you after a day with Neung?”
    “You really want to play this game?”
    “Humour me.”
    “All right, I felt he’s very cool. That he knew we had all this evidence against him and he was smart enough not to lie about any of it. He was convincing as an actor. But men with the ability to plan and execute cold-blooded murder would have the ability to convince others…”
    “Did you like him?”
    “Some of the worst villains are likeable, Siri.”
    “Did you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Right. Is anyone representing him in this play