Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
The Burmese reporter cut in: “This man with a ponytail, this is a
description of your friend, isn’t it?”
“Correct,” Harry was seen answering with authority. “That could
very well be Mark Moffett and his son, Rupert, along with Esmé, the
daughter of my fiancée, Marlena Chu, who is also missing.” Four
photos flashed up.
“That’s me!” Esmé cried, and then instantly she pouted, saying, “I
hate that picture.”
Moff stamped his foot. “Shit! You blasted idiot, Harry! I’m here in
bloody nowhere, not in Mandalay.”
“Fiancée,” Marlena whispered to herself.
“The worrisome part,” Harry went on, “is that they were led
around by two men—”
“But they were not Burmese,” the reporter cut in, “as we con­
firmed earlier.”
“Yes, that’s right. The witnesses said they appeared to be Indian
or Thai, maybe even Chinese, in any case, definitely not Burmese,
because, as you so astutely pointed out, the Burmese witnesses said
they couldn’t understand a thing the thugs were saying. But what
they did note, interestingly enough, is that they were speaking
in gruff tones, and Moff—or rather, the man we think is Mark
Moffett—plus the two youngsters, simply obeyed as if they were un­
der the influence of something. The marionette maker and monks
said it was a spell cast by Nats, which some Burmese believe are dis­
turbed spirits who are very out of sorts because of a violent death
centuries ago.”
“Yes, they are very common here,” the reporter said.
“Well, I believe they might have been drugged,” Harry continued,
“which is a more rational explanation. They were reported to have
the glazed look of heroin users—”
The reporter broke in: “Heroin is strictly forbidden in Myanmar.
The penalty for heroin using or selling is death.”
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