Greetings, readers. I’m pleased to announce that my novel, THE HONG KONG GAMBIT, is now published! You can order the book from major print and e-book distributors by searching under the title or author’s name. Below is the Story Synopsis and About the Author from the novel cover along with the Author’s Note and Chapter 1 from the novel. Enjoy the read! Phil Church
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STORY SYNOPSIS
Most likely, you would not be happy to learn that some of your retirement account investments are commingled with overseas money generated from illicit commerce, in particular Asian human trafficking.
That’s the discovery of three Americans on vacation in Asia who find themselves caught up in, and forced to thwart, a Hong Kong-based Chinese crime syndicate scheme to take control of Thailand’s economy, all with the tacit enabling of the region’s national governments, global bankers and foreign investors.
From the bucolic setting of a small Thai fishing cooperative to the cut-throat world of financial conglomerates, The Hong Kong Gambit exposes the darker side of globalization that too often benefits the powerful at the expense of the poor.
Published by Fulton Books, Phillip Church’s book is an international crime thriller that will enlighten its readers about how proactive awareness of where their money is invested can help combat the global scourge of modern-day slavery. It tells the fictional story of the very real international illicit human trafficking ‘industry’ that destroys lives of young women and threatens the economic stability and progress of countries like Thailand.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Chaos theory. It’s an esoteric branch of the sciences and mathematics that attempts to model relationships between outwardly random and independent events. Frequently cited in descriptions of chaos theory is the challenge of quantifying the impact of a butterfly flapping its wings in the forests of an African country, say Cameroon, and weather conditions in, say, northern California. The advent of supercomputers has greatly enhanced theoreticians’ capacity to handle millions of variables and calculations to formulate connections between disparate occurrences such as these with the goal of identifying order in chaos.
Events in the geopolitical and financial worlds also lend themselves to the application of chaos theory. This author, however, is not aware of much application to date of chaos theory in the political and economic sciences. That’s a shame. Global financial markets offer many opportunities for the curious to explore possible relationships between seemingly independent occurrences. The Hong Kong Gambit responds to one such opportunity. It draws a fictional but plausible line between two outwardly random and unrelated recent events in the international arena.
The first was the turnover of the British island protectorate of Hong Kong to mainland Chinese administration on July 1, 1997. The second event, following less than two days later, was the collapse of Thailand’s national currency, the baht, with severe recessionary ripple effects throughout East Asia, from Japan to Indonesia. These two events were covered in international news media as if they were separate and distinct. But were they?
One explanatory variable that a supercomputer might pick up is the Chinese “triads,” the organized crime syndicates, which operated with relative impunity from Hong Kong during the period of British colonial administration until they found themselves in need of a new country base of operations once Hong Kong came under the less permissive control of Mainland China. A potential new home for the syndicates? Open and welcoming Thailand.
The existence of the Chinese crime syndicates would not seem to be of much consequence to US investors. However, sporadic reporting from the region hints that Chinese syndicates operating out of Hong Kong had for years been cloaking the commingling of their illicit revenues from gambling and sex trafficking with American dollars flowing into Hong Kong real estate and other investment schemes. All the while Wall Street financial managers saw Hong Kong as a high-performing emerging market opportunity for clients seeking to diversify their investment portfolios with international holdings.
The Hong Kong Gambit places the reader in the middle of contemporary concerns about how global economic growth has too often benefitted the few at the expense of the many, all in the guise of the assertion that a rising tide raises all boats. That’s true only if those boats don’t have holes—political corruption, government ineptitude, public ignorance—in them, as is the more likely scenario in parts of the world like Asia. Add to that a region where corporate operations are more opaque and financial market oversight less rigorous than in the United States, then conditions exist for illicit gain often at the expense of those least equipped to defend themselves.
Those were the conditions prevailing in the late 1990s when, as The Hong Kong Gambit tells, the butterfly is a young Thai village girl raped and forced into prostitution, precipitating events that lead to the collapse of the Thai baht and to Asian financial turmoil. Remote connections, yes. Fictional circumstances, certainly. Impossible outcome? Let the reader be the judge.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In The Hong Kong Gambit, Phillip Church draws on his career as a Foreign Service Officer with the US Agency for International Development. With a doctorate in economics, he has lived and worked abroad designing, implementing and monitoring technical assistance programs in Central and South America and South and East Asia. Today he resides in Northern Virginia.
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THE HONG KONG GAMBIT - CHAPTER 1
Paul Ellis broke stride to pause at the Hong Kong International Airport terminal’s large glass windows that looked out at the Air Siam jetliner parked at his gate. The plane sat shrouded in a rising mist from a passing nighttime summer storm that had dampened the warm tarmac. Ground crews rushed to load the last of the passengers’ luggage as overhead spotlights pierced the rising mist. The scene produced an eerie halo effect around the plane that made Paul shudder.
HKIA, a major Asian air transport hub, was congested during the daylight hours, but at Air Siam’s Flight 224 scheduled 1:00 a.m. departure time, most of the concourses and gateways were deserted and quiet. This meant few air traffic delays to tarnish the small regional airline’s nearly perfect on-time departure and arrival record. Most important for the airline’s owner, Air Siam’s early morning departure slot allowed discreet boarding of its passengers. A scheduled early dawn arrival at Bangkok’s Don Mueang airport three hours later enabled Air Siam to disembark its passengers with equal anonymity.
The passenger flight manifest on this day in late June 1997 was typical for Air Siam, though somewhat unique among Asian airlines. First class was sparsely filled, mostly with a few Asian business conventioneers headed to meetings and recreation in Thailand. The only non-Asians listed on the first-class passenger manifest were the last-minute bookings of three Americans.
The coach class passenger list revealed the uniqueness of Air Siam flights. The manifest showed nearly 150 names, Thai names, and after each the notations: “Occupation: Domestic Worker” and “Status: Deportee.” These coach-class passengers had been boarded through a separate gangway before the first-class passengers began arriving at the gate.
Paul found his way down the jetway and into the belly of the plane. He slumped down into his seat, drained and exhausted. His two traveling companions, Dan and Ben, had already arrived and collapsed into theirs. The three had just endured a long fifteen-hour polar route flight between Washington Dulles and Hong Kong International. Turbulent air during much of the flight made sleeping impossible in their tight coach class seats.
The United Airlines flight attendants had done all they could to make the rough flight tolerable, but some passengers had fared worse than others. Ben couldn’t keep anything down and had to bolt frequently for the nearest toilet to calm his agitated stomach. Well, Paul thought, thank goodness for Ben that he had been sitting next to me, not Dan, a seasoned former navy fighter pilot. Ben would’ve gotten no sympathy from Dan.
To make matters worse, a messy mid-summer weather front had delayed their US departure, so the three Americans missed their scheduled Bangkok connection in Hong Kong. Air Siam, it turned out, was a timely alternative. On this final leg of their trip, they at least could feel more comfortable in more spacious seats in the sparsely populated first-class section of the plane. Paul sat in the window seat next to Dan on the aisle. Ben sat by himself in the aisle seat directly in front of them.
Only Dan, the most fastidious of the group, had enough interest to explore the plane’s main cabin. His inquisitive nature forced him to take in his temporary surroundings even in his sleep-deprived state. Despite efforts of the Air Siam flight attendants to keep him in his seat with a predeparture drink, Dan maneuvered past them into the coach cabin, declaring he was looking for an American magazine to read. A few minutes later he returned and plopped down in his seat, smiling broadly.
“Why are you so damned happy?” groused Ben. “Did you get a quickie from a flight attendant while you were back there?”
“Nope. But see for yourself,” Dan taunted. “The scenery is quite attractive in coach class.”
“Not on your life. I’m going nowhere.” Ben spoke loud enough for Dan and Paul, as well as the passenger across the aisle, to hear him clearly.
The passenger across the aisle, a short, gaunt young Asian man, had been the last to board before the cabin doors were closed. He had come up the aisle, boarding pass in hand, and stared directly down at Ben. “This my seat!” he declared.
Indeed, Ben had chosen a vacant aisle seat in the empty row in front of his two friends instead of the one assigned him directly across the aisle from them. He could see no difference in the two aisle seats he told Paul and Dan as they settled in.
“Take mine over there, if it’s all the same to you,” Ben said to the Asian man and pointed across the aisle. “We’re traveling together.” He inclined his head toward his friends behind him.
“It is not all same to me,” said the young man. “You are in my seat. I want to sit there.”
Ben displayed no desire to move his short stalky body until they landed in Bangkok.
“Look, there’s two dozen empty first-class seats. Be my guest. Take any one of them!” Ben’s voice was nearly drained now of any tone of civility.
The young Asian was not to be put off. He appealed to the approaching flight attendant who appeared more concerned about getting all the passengers seated for takeoff. Her gentle intercessions on behalf of the passenger were futile. Ben was not moving. The standoff continued until the pilot announced they could not depart until all passengers were seated. Outwardly resigned, the young man dropped into the aisle seat across from Ben, fastened his seat belt, and transferred his glare from the flight attendant back to Ben.
From his seat behind Ben, Dan took in this minor altercation with a snicker and whispered between the seatbacks. “Way to stand up, er, sit down to that five-foot weenie, tiger!”
Ben snorted and gripped his armrests.
Without further incident, Air Siam lifted off and set its course across the South China Sea toward Bangkok. At the controls were two Aussie pilots and their Thai flight engineer. Since its inaugural flight six years earlier in 1991, Air Siam had a special agreement with Qantas Airlines for the lease and operation of the Australian carrier’s older equipment. With the agreement came maintenance and piloting services and use of the Qantas overseas terminal facilities at off-peak times. In all, from its Bangkok home base, Air Siam ran biweekly flights to Seoul, Tokyo, Manila, and Hong Kong in the north and to Singapore, Sydney, and Brisbane in the south, along with a handful of domestic flights within Thailand.
These arrangements served Air Siam’s owner well. Aussie pilots were dependable and the retired Qantas hand-me-down jetliners cheap but airworthy. The small Thai air transport firm had carved out a small market niche of East and South Asia routes that held little interest to Thai Airways, the much larger national airline. Air Siam’s flights were bush league in the highly competitive East Asian air transport market. Air Siam’s owner was not concerned that his airline failed to make a profit. The airline was part of the owner’s much larger Thai business conglomerate to which the small regional airline contributed much more than passenger and cargo revenue.
Once they were in the air and leveling off at cruising altitude, Dan broke the silence. “Well, thanks for getting us back on track, Paul. Let’s hope this is the end of our travel problems.”
Dan had by far the most flying experience and endurance among them. Paul knew that. He saw, though, that Dan was not going to let him off easy when his planning and execution fell short. “Christ! I got us upgraded to first class on this leg. Doesn’t that count for something?”
Paul had meticulously planned and prepared for this outing, an Asian golf and deep-sea fishing trip for himself and his friends. The original concept was his, and he had promoted it vigorously. The three, all early retirees from government service, had established a bond over nearly five years now, since they discovered their common interests. Together they formed their Early Out Club and invited a few other fellow retiree friends to join them for summer biking trips and winter ski outings or afternoon poker lunches. The three became the core of the club’s members.
Paul often wondered what held the three of them together. They were an odd mixture who shared little in common besides being turned loose early from government careers. Paul was the one showing the most signs of middle age though he kept his lanky body in good shape with regular golfing and jogging. He was the only one, he recognized, with a wife and kids, two college-age daughters, at home. Dan was tall and lanky, a handsome guy, widowed but still a good catch for any woman who could succeed breaking through his aloofness to relationships. Paul saw in Ben almost a polar opposite of Dan. His short, paunchy, unkempt appearance belied the clever CIA snoop he had been until he took early retirement and never looked back. A family man he was not. By the time Ben moved in next door to Paul and his family with his most recent wife, he had been through at least four unsuccessful marriages, as each woman came to realize that he was as much a roamer as a romantic. Ben loved the thrill of the chase when it came to dating, but once successful, he quickly lost interest and admitted to Paul that he felt stifled by any commitment expected of him.
Perhaps it was the very fact that the three of them had so little in common that they felt more relaxed together. No competition to top each other’s career accomplishments. Rather, by sharing life’s stories they each found they could vicariously live a different life through the other’s experiences.
It was Paul who suggested that for their next big outing together they tackle a more far-afield adventure—a couple of weeks away from it all in exotic lands. Paul’s companions warmed to the idea slowly and only after imposing a series of conditions. No destinations where they might run into ladies’ garden clubs! No budget cruises with septuagenarians. It has gotta have adventure; it has gotta be suave.
Paul felt pretty streetwise internationally as a retired commercial attaché, who served most of his career working in US embassies abroad. He had not revisited Thailand since he was posted there early in his diplomatic career, and it did not take much research to come up with a list of the appealing options the country had to offer. Some of the best golf courses, some of the best deep-sea fishing, not to mention plenty of expat bars with stimulating go-go girl entertainment.
“It’s on the other side of the world,” Ben had been the first to point out. Like their military colleagues and career diplomats, Central Intelligence Agency employees enjoy the option of early retirement. Ben had opted for his early out from the agency after serving a bit more than two decades buried in the bowels of its headquarters building in Langley, Virginia, where he worked as a translator and analyst of Mainland Chinese media and communications. Ben was seeking a life’s change, a second journey, as his CIA retirement seminar coach had called it, but after more than a year since leaving the agency, he had yet to find that second calling.
“A downer in getting there, yes,” Paul confessed, “but airline connections are pretty manageable.” Paul put together the program, and as expected, it was he, Dan, and Ben who had finally rallied around it. Most of their other Early Out Club retirees had wives who weren’t willing to give their husbands such loose reins as a two-week trip to Thailand. Well, so much the better. A threesome made for a solid and supportive group on the golf course during the day or touring the bars at night. Enough so that they could convince themselves that they would take care of each other and keep themselves out of serious trouble.
Both Paul and Dan had done enough diplomatic travel and military flying to know that long hauls can turn out differently than planned. Flexibility needed to be built in. So when they found themselves arriving late into Hong Kong and missing their onward connection, Paul stepped in to get them out of their fix. He turned for help to the United Airlines Hong Kong agent, who at first offered to lodge the threesome for the night at a downtown Hong Kong hotel and schedule them on the next day’s connecting flight. The offer appeared attractive. Some rest, a shower, and a change of clothes seemed most agreeable, particularly for Ben, who had barfed up half his innards during the Pacific crossing.
Then an alternative arose. The United agent’s computer showed space available on another flight scheduled to leave shortly for Bangkok. There was just enough time for the group and their luggage to make the connection. Moreover, she could book them all in first class at no added cost. No hour-long trip into Hong Kong or the hassle of a departure the next day.
Paul jumped at the offer. It meant they could still salvage an otherwise lost day of their vacation. They could get back on schedule, sleep it off when they arrived, and have the traveling behind them. First class would be a balm for an otherwise rocky start of what they had looked to as an exotic getaway. Ben held out for the overnight stay, but Paul mustered support from Dan, and together they convinced Ben to tough it out. They all were numb from lack of sleep at this point, anyhow. Why not see it through and get it over? Before Ben had a chance to say another word, they darted down the largely vacant concourse of Hong Kong’s glass-encased international terminal to the isolated gate where the Air Siam flight was in its final boarding stage.
An hour into the flight, Paul and Dan were awake and hungry enough for the warm meal offered them by the cabin attendant. As expected, Ben declined. Even the smell of food was more than Ben’s stomach could tolerate. No sooner did the meals appear than Ben hastily unbuckled himself from the seat and headed toward the toilet in the front of the cabin.
What unfolded in the next moments made Paul feel every bit as ill. As soon as Ben closed the toilet compartment door behind him, Paul and Dan saw the young Asian slink from his seat across the aisle and slip quickly into Ben’s. “Oh god!” Dan muttered. “Are we going to have an East-West confrontation all the way to Bangkok?” Then they both looked on as the Asian crouched down on the floor and groped under the seat where Ben had been sitting. In the next instant the young man moved swiftly toward the front of the plane. Paul caught sight of a gun in his hand. “He had a gun planted under that seat!” Paul whispered to Dan. “That’s why he made such a fuss over seats.”
“He’s headed to the cockpit,” Dan interrupted in a matter-of-fact tone, but Paul saw in his face a look of foreboding. Several moments passed before they heard muffled thuds in rapid succession from the front of the plane. Then, silence.
A look of terror on the airline attendant’s face as the young Asian stood behind her with a gun pointed at her neck drove home to Paul what was happening. In the next moment the young Asian shoved the flight attendant forward into an empty seat and directed the semiautomatic pistol at the first-class passengers seated in front of him.
“This plane is now under command of the Chinese Peoples’ Liberation Army! We are taking control of the plane to rescue all the passengers and show the communist and capitalist pigs we will not tolerate human slavery!” he shouted. His voice was tense, and his eyes followed the aim of the pistol in his hand as he swept it from left to right and back across the breadth of seats in the Cabin. “You will fasten yourselves in seats. Put hands behind heads. Not to move. Do it now!”
Ben opened the toilet door at the sound of the commotion to see the weapon pointed at his head.
“You want what the pilots got? Go ahead. It no matter to me!” said the hijacker.
“Why you little—”
“Ben, can it! We’ve got a loony on board,” Dan whispered. “Do what the nice man says!” he added in a more audible voice. Ben complied and hustled back to his seat.
Paul watched as the hijacker used his free hand to take the flight attendants’ cabin phone from its wall mount and talk over the plane’s loudspeakers in Chinese.
“He’s calling for his pals on the flight,” Ben translated in a low whisper.
“He’s not alone? There are others?” asked Paul.
“Apparently so,” said Ben.
What seemed to Paul like a long silence followed before the hijacker repeated his message over the plane’s speaker system. Still, no one came forward. No one spoke.
Several more minutes of anguished silence followed.
Then Paul began to feel it, the sensation of the plane slipping away from beneath him. They were in a descent, gradual, yes, but headed down.
The hijacker must have felt it too, Paul speculated. Again, this time in a more frantic tone, he cried out into the cabin phone. Ben interpreted. “He’s pleading for his partners to come forward, to pilot the plane.” Still there was no movement from anywhere in the plane. The sinking motion became more pronounced, and wails from both passenger sections filled the plane.
Paul sat motionless with his hands clasped behind his head. His elbows rubbed against Dan’s next to him. Awareness of the moment began to take hold of him. The plane was on a pilotless descent toward the open expanse of ocean below. In moments it would all be over. Damn! Why was it ending this way? What a royal screwup! Probably nothing would ever be found of them. His premature death he could reluctantly accept. But not this kind of ending for his friends! He had gotten them into this situation. And now they were along for the same fatal final ride.
As the plane continued to pitch forward, Paul saw the young hijacker’s features melt from nervous resolve into beseeching denial. The young man slouched back against the cabin bulkhead, the weight of his weapon appearing to overwhelm his arm and pull it slowly downward. Then, in an instant of renewed energy, the hand and arm appeared to take on a detached life of their own, raising the weapon swiftly to the man’s temple.
Paul winced as he heard the sickening thud of the weapon and saw blood and gore explode from the hijacker’s head across the bulkhead as his lifeless body slumped to the floor.
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Fulton Books released The Hong Kong Gambit in July 2022. The novel is available in both print and digital formats.
ISBN 978-1-63985-114-0 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-63985-115-7 (digital)
Copyright © 2022 Phillip Church
Printed in the United States of America