Chapter 1-War

Pan Ni Ni Com, Thailand

January 11, 1991

The first rush of pain hits me, before I was able to run.

Taking a deep breath. I ran into the fields while gun fire

flies overhead. I watch a American soldier run to my

rescue. Another contraction hits and my vision blurs. I'm

nine months pregnant and ready to pop. I lost my sandal,

my feet are raw from running all day. I feel another

painful contraction hit me. I hit the ground with both

arms around my big belly. The young soldier turns, pulls

me to my feet and drags me to the trees for cover.

Soldiers move in from all around the trees. They bring me

to a small camp. By this time the gun fire dies down. I

feel a burning sensation in my arm and back. My

contractions hit me even harder. I scream. The soldiers

tell me to; "Breath! Gien, Breath!" I breath and push like

my life depended on it. The soldiers sees blood leaking

from my arms and back, "Oh shit! Gien got shot." Five

hours later. We survived, my baby and I, but I have some

shrapnel in my arm and back. I lost consciousness, after I

gave birth. Luckily, I didn't have to push anymore. "Let's

clean her up and get her to the medieval. Where her

husband is at?" They flew us to a refugee camp in Pan Ni

Ni Comm, Thailand; before I gave birth. On January 11,

1991 my beautiful mienh baby girls were born.

San Francisco, California 

Waking up was never hard for me to do. Every morning, I

do the same thing, make coffee, workout for 30 minutes,

shower, and breakfast. Then work at 6am. I'm a

photographer. At 5'3 feet, I'm taller than most Asian girls.

I have long black hair that comes down to my ass. I'm

thicker than most models, and well rounded and well

shaped mostly muscle. I workout three times a week and

have marshal arts lessons twice a week. Most people call

me perfect, beautiful, or even exotic. The right piece of

ass. I don't take it personally, I just say, you must not get

a lot of ass. I pull the same line each time and get the

same answer. They take it well or they laugh it off.

I'm a very blunt person most people are very

opinionated. They think facts don't add up. For me, facts

are all I need. I take care of people for a living, but I've

been thinking about changing careers for a long time

now.

My number one rule is to "mind my own business " or at

the very least look like I am. I've learned in this job

everything is my business. I also learned everything can

be contradictory, depending on who your talking to and

how to look for all the clues.

My phone rings, and I decided to let it go to voicemail. I

know who's calling. Greg, my husband. He missed

another dinner with me last night. He said he be there,

but he never made it. He's a tall 5'11, fully builted

monster, with an extremely handsome face, beautiful

smile, and smarter than most men. He's also my

accountant. I know I can trust him with my money, but

trusting him with my heart is another story. I have a busy

schedule; a meeting with fundraiser,

and an hour therapy session. That's just for today. Most

of the time it's more or less.

I decide to call King Ho, my partner to see if he's

up. We been working together for a long time, now.

I meet him at the hospital. We were both working as

interns, when we fell head over heels for each other. We

were both working with patients, that was diagnosed with

PTSD. We both have our own war stories, and scares to

prove them, so I don't ask and he doesn't tell. He's an

Orgre of a man with a body built like a bull, quite, strong,

and smart. He's also 5'11 with a great smile that's gets

him far in life. Just what I like about him. We had a lot in

common with each other, even loved the same things,

and have the same kind of jobs. The one thing we don't

have in common is that; I'm a morning person and he's a

night person. He also can't stand to examine dead

patients. He say that's my job. By the time I'm done with

my shift, he's getting ready to start his shift.

"Morning, King. How are you doing? I'm at the office,

just wanted to see if your up still, and when do you want

to meet and fill me in for the day." We meet at the same

place, same time, to pass on information to each other.

"I just got back, I'll be at the shop at the same time. I'll

send you the file; I have. I'll get back to you before

then."

"Nice; thank; see you soon."

"See you then."

Normally we just read each other notes, but most days

we spend a lot of time together talking and getting to

know our clients. We will be meeting at dinner, a little

before 6 pm at the coffee shops that is down the street

from our office. 

"Ring! Ring! Ring!" I picked up the phone this time.

"Hello, Nai speaking." Another client.

"Hello, it's Jenifer Morgan. I have an appointment to

speak to you about and I have to cancel."

Dam, I just got up and the request are already coming in.

"Ms. Morgan, did you want to reschedule your

appointment."

"Yes please. When can you reschedule me?"

I check my schedule and next Wednesday is free at 1pm."

"How's next Wednesday at 1pm?"

"Thanks that works for me."

"Goodbye, Ms. Morgan."

"Goodbye, doctor."

I know all the tricks in the book. I also do a lot of

research and investigating since then. The hardest thing

for me to work on is a murder case, some of the girls get

too dirty.

I have a problem with dirty girls. I don't like them, and I

try to get as far as I can from them.