The Singapore Times Exclusive: THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN WHO IS BOBBY FONG JR.?
Bobby Fong Jr. is Madame Fong’s 326-pound son of Madame Fong. Like Julian in the Canadian sitcom “Trailer Park Boys” he has instead of a rum and coke on the rocks a durian juice on the rocks spiked with vodka in his hands. It gives him horrid breath but as durians are omnipresent in Singapore you become rather accustomed to it.
Bobby Jr. always treated me with respect bordering on affection. No wonder. Madame Fong, his mother, had the compassion of a Cambodian viper and treated Bobby Jr. despicably. And yes, he promised me that no harm would come to me.
He struck me as a lonely guy like Steve Martin in the movie of the same name.
Certainly he was feared in Singapore. He was up to nefarious tasks as he was always collecting wads of cash from all sorts of people both of dubious character and respectable looking. And do you recall he shot up Raffles, my competitor in the Singapore Westie of the Year competition with some performance enhancing substance eliminating him as the winner making me the Singapore Westie of the Year. The man is no angel.
Oh and those two creepy Vietnamese men I saw him meet with a few times. One emaciated with a goatee and very dark medical looking sunglasses and oh those long curling nails made me want to gag! He looked a bit like Ho Cho Minh if you ask me.
What racket(s) he was running in Singapore I was not quite certain.
He was often on the phone with his mother Madame Fong and as far as I discerned, he had responsibility for “family operations” in Bangkok, Thailand and Cambodia.
I don’t recall him ever associated with a woman you might classify as a girlfriend; classic lonely guy.
After Nicomshire’s party we took a few days off and I must have walked in just about every park in Singapore.
During our resting on park benches Bobby Jr. mentioned to me his mother, Madame Fong, was being extraordinarily stupid and it would be no surprise to him if she’d be badly burnt in the house of worldly suffering. What in the hell did he mean by that? Would it somehow be linked with my liberation?
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