Singapore - a safe, law abiding city.
But by the shores of Sentosa Island - a tourist paradise - are two dead women.
Aunty Lee, cafe owner and busybody cannot rest until she solves the murders.
Two newly-weds take an early morning walk along the beautiful beach. . .
“Over there. It looks like a jellyfish; is it? It’s huge!”
“It’s not a jellyfish. It’s just a plastic bag . . .”
“Yes, it’s a jellyfish—I can see its body and its legs and everything. Can’t you see? I think it’s dead. Are there poisonous jellyfish around Sentosa?”
They smelled it before they saw it was no jellyfish.
She screamed. He was sick on the sand. Then they put on their gritty sandals and ran back to the hotel to call the police.
Enter Aunty Lee and her Filipina helper Nina
“Now they are finding bodies on the beach! I tell you, that place is bad luck! Do you know it used to be called Pulau Blakang Mati? That means ‘Island of Death.’ Before your time, of course, but everybody in Singapore will remember. Crazy, right? Go and build a tourist resort in a place called Island of Death.”
“But now it is called Sentosa, right? And the meaning of Sentosa is ‘happy peacefulness’?” Nina kept her eyes focused on her work. Now she was efficiently threading thin, diagonally cut slices of chicken thigh meat onto bamboo skewers, pressing them well together before returning them to their marinade.
“So? They can call it whatever they want—they still found a dead body there, true or not?”
“Ma’am, they also find dead body in the HDB water tank, in the Singapore River, in Serangoon Reservoir. You cannot say all these places got bad luck.”
“I would say all those people had bad luck. But at least we know who they were, right? This one is supposed to be unidentified!”
News that an unidentified woman’s body had been found washed up on a Sentosa beach in a plastic bag had not made it into any of the Singapore morning papers, but it had been the hottest news online and over the radio all day. For once, the radio in Aunty Lee’s Delights had been turned on all day, switching between local stations for updates.
A cook extraordinaire
“Do you think they’ve found any more bodies? Turn on the TV again. Go to CNN. Sometimes, if it’s big enough, Singapore news comes out there before it reaches Singapore.”
“If they find more bodies, then it is more likely accident, ma’am. Maybe it is a boat sinking.”
“Or a mass murder!” Aunty Lee said with relish. “One of those serial killers. After all, if you are going to go through all the trouble of arranging to throw somebody into the sea, why stop at one body, right?”
As she spoke, Aunty Lee was rapidly cutting up cucumbers with all the attention she normally paid to cooking, which was not much. She cooked the way some people drove—while carrying on conversations, applying lipstick, and texting messages—trusting the instinct that came with long practice and only focusing on the main task when something unexpected came up or went wrong.
Fortunately Aunty Lee did not drive.
A short interlude for a short story
“An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, ‘Are you a real cowboy?’
“He replied, ‘Well, I’ve spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.’
“She said, ‘I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.’
“A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, ‘Are you a real cowboy?’
“He replied, ‘I always thought I was, but I just found out I’m a lesbian.’ ”
Nina switches her English into "maid speak"
“You work in the café also?” Salim (the policeman) asked the maid. The question would have sounded purely conversational to anyone unfamiliar with Singapore’s Ministry of Manpower rule that stated that a foreign domestic helper “shall not engage in any form of employment, paid or unpaid, other than that of a Domestic Helper.”
Nina was only too aware that Aunty Lee could be fined and she herself deported if this man decided to make trouble. Even as she decided she didn’t like him, Nina knew she could not let him see she did not like him. She gave him a wide, shy smile that could have meant anything.
“How long have you been working in Singapore?”
“Sir, I like work in Singapore very much!” Nina beamed to make up for the abrupt deterioration of her spoken English.
Nina at the police interview
“I will take down your statement,” Salim said smoothly. “But that is a separate matter. I still have to follow up on his complaint. Are you here on a domestic helper visa?”
“No, I am here on a ‘secret mission to marry a rich man and steal all his money to go back to the Philippines’ visa!”
Clues and red herrings are as mixed up as Aunty Lee's relatives and customers. Everyone seems to hide a secret. How can this old lady find the truth?
An added bonus - full descriptions of mouth-watering Singapore recipies are laid out for all to eat.
Enjoy!