Police Blotter 2 Trip To Cambodia
The suspect, Jim Donahue got off the plane in Bangkok Thailand. He went to the airport and went to stay at a guesthouse next to Hualamphong Station. He stayed in Bangkok Thailand for five weeks.
Coincidentally, as if the magic of the place knew of his intentions to go to Cambodia, he met a Cambodian named S'lup.
On one day, he took a train to the dissolute border town of Poipet, Cambodia. From there, he arranged transport to Phnom Penh.
The squalor of Cambodia was a sharp contrast even to the squalor of Thailand.
After getting himself a room at a guesthouse, he went for a walk around the neighbourhood. He saw a woman slicing the intestines out of a butchered pig, and letting the guts run into a sluice. As he passed her and looked at her, she looked up and their eyes met. She gave him an implacable stare for a moment, and then went back to work.
Jim Murrison after eating a happy pizza with which the result was a pleasant synthesia. He saw noises and distant noises seemed to be spoken as if the speaker was right next to his ear.
"The irony, of it," he thought, as he held a 31 year old woman in one arm and another woman aged 33 in another, "Hiring and enjoying the services of women, considering that I killed one not too long ago."
A guilty mind will seek out its own punishment.
There were that morning three unassuming expatriates at an outdoor table of a cafe. They watched Jim Donahue as he walked past them.
One of them was RCPF Detective Chris Hines, another was RCPF Sgt. Matt Mason, and the other was Vancouver Police Constable Gerald Irons.
Jim Donahue knew about the Vancouver Police, Vancouver's Finest. But he did not know that they would come all the way here to look for him.
Jim Donahue thought about the Cambodian friend that he met in Bangkok. It was one of those times when a bunch of thoughts had entered into his mind which later turned out to happen. And when it did happen, it was a case of resonance, like how an opera singer can break a glass, or how those 30 mile/hr winds just turned a bridge in Seattle into a piece of flapping liquorice.
Once, he got an email in Bangkok that one of his friends had died. On that same day, he got an email from his Cambodian friend who usually never emails. And on the day that he visited Wat Po, the temple of the Death Buddha in Bangkok, he saw one of his Cambodian friends on the Chao Phraya River boat!
He thought, "I am probably going to die in Cambodia."
On the morning that Jim Donahue got rousted from his guesthouse like an unfortunate in an Alexander Solzenitsyn novel there were no less than 25 Police Officers, some Canadian and some Cambodian Police Officers.
What Donahue did was serious and he would have to face Canadian Justice.
However, on the way to the Police station, in the Prison van, he suffered a fatal heart attack.
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