Missing In Rangoon

Missing In Rangoon

Christopher Moore

Language: English

Pages: 190

ISBN: B00CB1YB74

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Missing In Rangoon

Christopher Moore

Language: English

Pages: 190

ISBN: B00CB1YB74

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


As foreigners rush into Myanmar with briefcases stuffed with plans and cash for hotels, shopping malls and high rises, they discover the old ways die hard. Vincent Calvino's case is to find a young British-Thai man gone missing in Myanmar, while his best friend and protector Colonel Pratt of the Royal Thai Police has an order to cut off the supply of cold pills from Myanmar used for the methamphetamine trade in Thailand. As one of the most noir novels in the Vincent Calvino series, Missing in Rangoon plays out beneath the moving shadows of the cross-border drug barons. Pratt and Calvino's lives are entangled with the invisible forces inside the old regime and their allies who continue to play by their own set of rules.

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